I really enjoy the tradition of sending and getting cards and letters at Christmas. It's always such a busy time of year that I don't get a chance to sit and read everything right away. But in January, after things calm down, I like to take some time to sit and read them in peace. I did that today.
I like seeing the passage of time measured in news of kids my daughter Sarah used to babysit, getting married, having babies of their own. It touches my heart to see the shaky handwriting on letters we received from people of our parents' generation. People from our generation are returning from missions or planning on serving missions soon, retiring, moving to be closer to children and grandchildren. One of the teenage boys David worked with when we first got married, just turned 50. We hear from friends from Kentucky, Indiana, Texas - all places we have lived in our nearly 40 years of marriage. We have friends who travel the world, and friends who stayed put their whole lives.
One card I missed this year was from my aunt and uncle in California. My cousin wrote and told me he and his siblings had to move their parents into a facility where they could get additional care. And no card from them this year.
I even found a utility bill and a government sales tax form in the pile of Christmas cards!
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