Today, I plunked down $0.88 for a new address book.
Then, I laid its 13-year-old, well-worn predecessor to rest.
It was time.
In that old address book, I have crossed out. I have drawn arrows. I have swirled over old addresses and entered in new. I have stuffed envelopes with corrected info into the pages.
This year during ‘Operation Christmas Cards,’ I flipped through that edited mess. Seven more family members moved this year to new homes in new places.
Most of these are happy moves: The new-job, new-marriage, new-baby kind of celebration.
Others are moves of in-between, of change, of loss and sadness and finding new hope for the future.
Since I have an intense dislike, maybe even horror, of writing in pencil, though, I can’t just erase and start afresh at each new life event.
That’s when I realized the truth. It wasn’t time for more corrections. It was time…
View original post 631 more words