Recently, our family lost two very special people and when I checked the mail, I smiled and cried a little inside each time. Day after day there were cards. There were cards from near and far away, cards from people I worked with ten years ago, cards from folks we went to college with, cards from people we work with now, cards from friends and neighbors, and parents of students I've taught. It was overwhelming and it never got old. N and I sat and read every card, occasionally rubbing our fingers over the fronts of the cards, almost like they were pictures of our loved ones.
So here we are with our piles of cards. I have decided to place them carefully in a box right near our wedding cards and baby cards. I know it sounds silly, but these cards, these words written to us by the amazing people in our lives are treasures. I will likely not revisit them, but I'll know they are there and something about that makes me feel happy, loved, peaceful even.
Are you a cardkeeper, too? If so, maybe we could start a club!