I sent out Benjamin's birth announcement on the day he turned 3 months old. I, of course, felt the guilt that accompanies that, the kind that makes you feel bad because your first born's announcements were ready before he was born and in the eager hands of friends and family before they've had the chance to meet him.
By now, most everyone has not only met Benjamin, they've had him spit up on them a couple of times. So I imagine that receiving his announcement must have been a bit underwhelming.
That was until a couple of weeks ago, when I received a card in the mail from a friend. (Don't you love getting mail just because?)
The envelope was a bit dirty and had a bit of something pink on it. Lipstick perhaps? Also, her return label had the words "Ho Ho Ho" in green letters. Was my friend trying to tell me something? Oh, then I noticed she had a 39 cent stamp on it - the one with the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus. Maybe she's
trying to use up old stamps. But then why did she have one of those ugly "forever" stamps next to the Madonna? Kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?
Then I flipped the envelope over and found this note:
Christmas in July
I'm sorry it's all scratched up because it's been in my purse since December
Could it be?
I opened up the envelope, and sure enough, there were the smiling faces of her two adorable children sitting next to a Christmas tree.
I laughed so hard, tears were streaming down my face. Genius!
This is hands-down my favorite card. It's the only Christmas card on my desk. Talk about cutting throught the clutter.
I'm considering sending my Christmas cards out next July. Friends, consider yourselves warned.