So I guess I had a bit of a senior slip. Or maybe a menopause moment? Or possibly a blonde blunder? Or maybe too much yoga, emptying out a busy mind. I emptied it out all right and then spent last evening looking for the anniversary card I bought mike for today.
You should know this about me. I’m a card person. I mean, I’m totally about the cards. I love getting cards and I love giving cards. It’s a way to share your heart without actually speaking out loud. As an introvert this has been my medium over the years. I cherish receiving cards as well. What a card says to me is that the person was thinking about me. That the person took the time to select the exact right sentiments. I adore pretty cards and the women in my life certainly know how to choose them as they have given me cards that I wallpaper my studio with. I love reading the sentiments over and over and find encouragement and love there. People don’t usually give cards if they are mad at you, don’t like you or to express anger. People don’t give cards to someone who means nothing to them. Because cards are so special and important to me I am a voracious card giver. I’m prolific with my sentiments as well.
For years I have given Mike cards galore. Cards just because. Cards to express my feelings that day. On special occasions very often I give Mike several cards. Mike has never really been able to understand this as this is not his language of love. My language of love is words of affirmation, gifts and good surprises. So I’ve been trying to woo him in my love language or maybe just set an example? One Christmas a few years ago my dear husband did not give me a card and I pretty much let it ruin my day. He didn’t even know this was going on inside me. He actually made the statement ‘I never get you a Christmas card’ so I had to go dig up all the beautiful Christmas cards he had given me. Anyhow I had to give myself a lecture and remind myself this was not a slight, he simply forgot and was he not present and sharing Christmas with me? I’ve always told him ‘all I need for Christmas is you’.
As you can imagine, as a result of this fetish, I rather pride myself on my card giving and making abilities so I was extremely flustered when I could not find the anniversary card I bought Mike last night and it was too late to make one. I literally turned the house upside down after he went to bed, to no avail. I thought, I guess I’ll have to use my light box message board and proceeded to spell out Happy Anniversary Honey. Well the word anniversary was too long and there weren’t enough ‘y’s. So then Happy 36th Honey -not enough ‘h’s. So then Happy 36th Sweetheart but sweetheart was too long and again not enough ‘h’s. I had to settle for Happy 36th Sweet❤️.
When I awoke this morning, embarrassed not to have a card, I went to Mikes desk to wish him a Happy Anniversary and sitting on the top of his shelf was the anniversary card I had been looking for. But I could see it had no envelope, no cellophane wrapping and there was writing in it. What? So I picked it up and realized it said Happy Fathers Day on it. Mikes birthday is June 6 and Fathers Day was June 18 and when I bought mikes birthday card I picked up a Fathers Day card as well and in my mind I thought I’d picked out an anniversary card. So I spent yesterday just lollygagging around because I thought I had all the bases covered. Not! In my mind this is a major faux pas.
I stopped and selected one on my way home from my walk this morning. Plus I save all the cards so I also dug out 36 years of anniversary cards to redeem myself. Now I am just reading through them and remembering the years. Truly a walk down memory lane. Silver linings.
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