I thought I would throw in a dentist visit after the car pool.Dr. Williams was awesome or as Julius(my exchange student) told me "Nawesome!", teen speak for just pretty great I think.
Afterwards we went to Hallmark to get a "American Card". Still moving at American mom breakneck speed.
Julius walked up and down the aisles, pondering and looking, taking his time to get the right card. I continued to check my watch, well actually my phone, who wears a watch anymore and jingle my keys. Looking back now I realize I really had no where to go so I guess I was just practicing to stay in tip top rush form.After about fifteen minutes Julius approached me, my heart sank as he had no cards in his hands. I just saw myself repeating the process in another store. How hard could this be I thought. After all my version of card shopping is running(literally and physically) into the store, picking out a card at eye level in the right area, you don't want to send a bon voyage instead of a sympathy, signing my name, not reading the card, stamping and going, I am a American mom, wife and friend and don't have time for such frivolities - does it say birthday then its a birthday, belated birthday, good then I can take an extra day to get to the post office and use the time more appropriately for washing floors or more laundry.
"I have to ask, where do you write the wishes?" Julius asked truly from his heart, I looked at a card he was showing me.
"They come with wishes." I explained pointing out some collection of meaningless words written in colorful ink splashed against the brightly colored page.
"No," he always says No really long its one of his multi second words. "I mean the real wishes, the ones you feel and mean. There is no place on any of these cards for the wishes."
I thought we are so busy that when we send cards we don't even bother to write real wishes anymore.
I am not that busy and my cards will have real wishes from now on
I am not that busy and my cards will have real wishes from now on
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