I was born into a family of card-senders. This may have been a result of our military wanderings in the pre-internet/cell phone days, when overseas calls were cost-prohibitive and communication was relegated to APO zip codes.
Whatever the reason, I have cards dating back decades. Birthday, Christmas, Easter, Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day...each marked with a card from one or both sides of my parents' families.
I married into a family of card-senders, too. One of my first-generation American sisters-in-law (my father-in-law immigrated from Hungary) even sends us St. Patrick's Day cards, knowing that's a celebrated holiday in our house (Irish ancestors on my mom's side).
Back when I felt much more organized, I would send out birthday cards every month to friends and family. I marked the holidays with cards, too, even hand-making them some years. I've tried resolving these past few New Year's to get back on track with sending greetings; after all, who doesn't like getting something besides bills in their mailbox? For hazy reasons, it just hasn't happened yet.
My immediate family is the exception. And so this morning, I presented my husband with his birthday card, just as he did for me a week ago. One with fishes on the front, since we are two Pisces-in-a-pond-together. Our children are into making their birthday greetings, so I'm sure he'll receive those later today.
Getting carded brings our family together.
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