Words, letters, cards caused me to remember

Yesteday, my husband and myself enjoyed spending the day together. He took the day off and Wednesday is my day off. After taking the children to school we came home to do a few things around the house. I had lost a piece of paper with valuable information on it regarding replacing our windows. As I was looking in all possible places I ran across the various cards I have received over the years from my husband and my children. I was immediately sidetracked from my mission as I sat down to read the precious words that had been written. From scrambled crayons to my husband's few but real words, I smiled remembering receiving each one. As I looked at the dates, I realized it had been a long time since my husband had given me a sweet card or written something special to me. Petty. You may be thinking, but it saddened me. I realized life had happened to us. Too busy to take the time to write or buy a card. Maybe the birthdays and anniversaries became unimportant. Maybe other things became more important. Maybe he just forgot that I love mushy, oozy, yummy words that he took the time to write to me, just me. Maybe, overtime we've grown apart, thinking one more birthday or anniversary isn't a big deal. Every new year together is important. With the divorce rate at 57%. I think it is special to still be married. With the new cancer statistics 1 out of every 4 people will develope some type of cancer, a year older is a gift. With families fighting battles with their children over drugs, alcohol, and teenage sex, every card my children take the time to write to me is a treasure. My children will grow up and move on. My husband may die before me or me before him, one of the other will happen. One day I will be looking for a piece of paper that I have lost again, and I will stumble upon these golden, treasured words that make me feel loved, special, important to someone. It is easy to say it is just a silly card or another stupid occasion. That may be the case for some people, but as for me, I want the mush, the gush, the scribbled words written by someone who knows me, loves me, cherishes me, and remembers me.