So I’m cleaning my office today. I found my overflowing drawer of cards and notes that I thought were unimportant. So it would be an easy job, right?
Wow. Everything from thank-yous for memorial dresses I’ve made to congrats for Isaac’s birth. I found silly birthday cards from my friends, flowery ones from my mom and dad, and a romantic one from my true love. I found a stack of sympathy cards from everyone. Even Joyce Parks and Elizabeth Edwards — my hoary-headed teachers now in Heaven telling those citizens to color their verbs and gesture with their whole arms. A tiny note from Dr. Bob mourning with us over our third loss. Little notes from my students saying they were thankful, saying they were praying, saying they were crying with us. Carefully colored original designs from my nieces to “cheer me up” when I was sad.
Wow. I didn’t expect all that.