I sent a birthday card out this week, full of post-it notes. You see, years ago, before kids, when even the hubby was still a really new thing I bought a card for my sister. She and her, at the time boyfriend, (who later became her husband) came out to visit us in CA. I had the present ready to give to her, and the card picked out, but somehow I never got around to signing it. So I just handed it to her, and laughed. She took it home with her.
The next year, I got it back. Since I am the "recycle queen", she thought it fitting. She wrote me a post-it note, stuck it inside and started a tradition.
We have managed to keep the original envelope, either hand delivering it or stuffing it inside another package. It has gotten "lost" a few times, and missed a year. My birthday is May and her's is July, so technically, it could go twice in one year... but so far no luck with that. I am on my fifth address since we started. She has changed names. We have stayed busy.
Those memories are all written on post-it notes, sent back and forth in one little card.
I've been watching out for this little girl for a long time.
Seven years ago - with 4 week old Canaan. One of my favorite photos EVER!
About six year ago, with her amazing husband, Kevin.
Just a few weeks ago, all my girls. (What's funny is that I am, by far, the shortest of the bunch - I just hadn't taken my heels off yet, and the rest of them had!)
Last of all, Em with the amazing woman who brought her into the world.
Have I mentioned that I love my family?