I’ve shared a time or seven how I am not Suzy Homemaker. Heck, I’m not even her second cousin, Semi-Suzy Homemaker. Among other things, I don’t like to:
> do crafts
> keep a scrapbook / baby books
Don’t get me wrong, I do them all (at least the top 3). I mean- I have to. Have you seen Horders? I so don’t want a house like that. And I don’t want my kids main sources of veggies be McDonald’s fries. But I don’t have a passion for some of the more wifely/motherly pursuits. I’d much rather be drinking hot chocolate and reading a good book, you know?
I do have one weakness- a sickness, if you will.
I love to design them using some of the 2000+ pics I’ve taken through out the year. I love to compare different versions. I love to solicit the opinion of anyone who cares enough to offer them on which one I should choose. When the cards finally arrive at the house, it’s like my version of Christmas morning. The opening of the package, the great unveiling, the butterflies in my stomach as I hope I love them as much in person as I did online.
And this year I totally did. These cards- all 90 of them- are gorgeous! And yes, the fact that I send out 90 of them is all part of my illness because I don’t feel right just sending out picture cards. Oh no- I have to write a personal message in each and every card otherwise the guilt eats at me. Why? I don’t know- it’s the Catholic in me.
All I do know is I better get started soon if they have a prayer of arriving before Dec. 25th!