thinking of you

some of my very favorite things in the world are the random cards i get in the mail from my aunt betty. she's my father's only sibling, and 19 years older than him at that. and since i have no grandparents, she's like a grandmother to me.

the cards themselves are simple, but they always include a handwritten note -- not a simple sentence, but enough to fill the card. she always tells me she thinks of me often and usually tells me something goofy my dad has done or said to her.

such a card was just what i needed after having a miserable few hours of driving over a curb, changing a flat tire and having kids throw rocks at my car as i was driving.