Ever since I went to Gettysburg with my first grade class I've been buying postcards... not as a collection, but to send. I wanted to show that I GO places... girl on the move - yup.. that's me. But there's one glitch.... I never send them - not ever. I always have the best intentions, but then they stack.... dolphins, beach umbrellas, mountains, sunsets... laughing at me... "Why did you bring us home? We're still HEEEEERE..." When I would remember my address book the front desk would have no stamps, when I'd bring stamps I couldn't find them... If I found stamps.. there were no addresses...
Last month we went to Florida and I thought the girls would go for the cheap gift store purchase and a good rainy day activity. It worked.. they felt like vacation shoppers and then attacked the cards with the same energy as a macaroni craft... Yet, now, I'm guilty.... "Momma, Delaney never got our cards... Neither did Grandma..." WHY?..."Girls, your Momma has a condition. It's called, I wish that you knew I wish you were here!" .... So, please consider this my postcard to everyone... from everywhere I've ever been. I wish you were there, but not really, I was home before I knew it.
Last month we went to Florida and I thought the girls would go for the cheap gift store purchase and a good rainy day activity. It worked.. they felt like vacation shoppers and then attacked the cards with the same energy as a macaroni craft... Yet, now, I'm guilty.... "Momma, Delaney never got our cards... Neither did Grandma..." WHY?..."Girls, your Momma has a condition. It's called, I wish that you knew I wish you were here!" .... So, please consider this my postcard to everyone... from everywhere I've ever been. I wish you were there, but not really, I was home before I knew it.
Postcard Procrastination...me too.
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