I know I’m in the doghouse with the grandparents when my Christmas card, the card that usually includes a letter detailing what’s been going on with Grandpa Cook’s health and with family matters, says only, “Hope you are doing well.”
o_O
I spent tonight printing out photos of Hawaii to send along with our card to them. Tomorrow or Thursday, I plan to write a letter detailing how much we loved Hawaii (in case I didn’t already tell them), how my job’s doing, what the latest genealogy finds have been (not much on his side, honestly), and what our future “family” plans are. I don’t get to see Grandpa and Grandma Cook much these days, and I don’t want to get out of favor with them, being that they’re my only grandparents left.
I also spent tonight writing in the Christmas cards that needed written in — my cousin Michael, for one, along with a couple people who are getting their presents along with their cards.
I really do enjoy sending out Christmas cards; it’s not a chore for me. Sometimes, it’s nice to go all analog on life, to get away from the computer and the iPhone and actually write out my sentiments longhand. Slows things down. Makes things a little more meaningful and mindful.
These days, we could all use a little mindfulness.