Abstract rendering: the inner workings of a joyful heart.
My husband’s words do not flow freely or easily. He is a quiet man. On special occasions like our anniversary or my birthday, he draws flowers and balloons on a folded piece of paper using crayons left over from our son’s childhood. Somewhere in our house, there’s a secret stash of yellow paper he uses to make his cards. He neatly prints his multi-colored words, because his handwriting is nearly illegible. The word love is always there.
He used to buy me cards — big beautiful Hallmark cards that he took time to examine until he found the one that read closest to how he truly felt. I knew that about him. But, like everything else, cards kept getting more expensive, and we decided that we would rather save pennies where we could, and take a trip somewhere instead. Now, we make our cards for one another.
This is my card to him. A rendering of my happy heart, and love because that is the most important word we will ever need.
A Wilderness of Words 
Very Heartwarming indeed! ❤️
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Thanks, Penny. Star Lake boys, huh? Some of them are real keepers.
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very beautiful words. always love reading your posts . happy valentines day..
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Thank you, Laura. It’s kind of you to say. I hope your Valentine’s day was lovely and warm.
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Making cards is so much more intimate and sweet than buying them. That’s a wonderful tradition.
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Thank you, Cheryl. It works for us, and it always makes me smile.
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Handmade are the best!
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Yes, they really are!
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How sweet and beautiful Mary.
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Thanks, Mimi. Cheers!
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Relationship goals…
This is one of the sweetest things I’ve read all day.
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Thank you so much. That’s a very sweet thing to say.
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