Though most communication these days is electronic, nothing beats getting a card in the mail, to let you know someone took the time to think about you.
My sister always sends cards to my family on special occasions. And in our mail today—right on time, of course—-is a Father’s Day card for V. I doubt her husband Paul expects to get a card from me. Neither will my brother or my ex-husband. I think they’re all great dads. But I’m a procrastinator. And a slacker.
The details of life slip through the cracks and I’m getting worse all the time. This can’t possibly be MY fault—and I can’t figure out who else to blame. So instead of feeling guilty like I usually do, I’m embracing the electronic era, and officially giving myself a free pass:
I hope that covers it. Happy first day of summer, too!
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