I had mentioned
in a previous post (Clutter) that I’m a ‘pack rat’.
I hang onto
things that mean something to me. I
guess you could say I’m a romantic, that I’m nostalgic. I don’t think you’d be wrong with that
characterization. Seems like I passed
that onto my youngest, Emily. We both
have our ‘treasures’.
Recently, I was
rummaging through a drawer in my nightstand where I keep “my things”. My wife, Kim, would call it Clutter, but I
call it Treasures . . . pieces of my life that I can’t bear to part with. This drawer is jammed to the brim, almost
(but not quite) to the point that I have trouble opening and closing it.
I can’t remember
what I was looking for, but I came across some cards and notes Kim had given me
a long time ago. Almost twenty-one years
ago. Whatever I was looking for was soon
forgotten. Gone. As I said, I can’t even remember what it was
I was looking for.
You see, when
Kim was the Head Softball Coach at the school in California where we met, before
each game, she would write a note to each of her players. Something to inspire. She’d include a piece of candy. Each game.
Every game. Each kid. Every kid.
Our wedding was
in July of 1992. I had to drive from
California to Wisconsin because I had a number of things I had to bring back. Kim flew home to help her mom with the
preparations while I drove. I stopped
the first night somewhere in Southern Utah and checked into a hotel. As I unpacked this or that, maybe as I got
ready for bed, I opened up my suitcase and came across a stack of cards labeled
Joe Day One, Joe Day Two, and so on, until Joe Wedding Day.
Each card had a
note from her. Something simple . . .
something meaningful.
A Note Of Love.
Kim has carried
that tradition well past her softball team . . . well past that wedding
trip. When Emily went off to Y camp one
summer, she had a card from Kim for each day.
When we traveled by car back to Wisconsin to visit family and friends, each
of our kids had a card a day. I’ve often
thought that over the years, we should have bought stock in Hallmark!
A Note Of Love.
It isn’t the
card, necessarily. To me, it wasn’t even
the sentiment written on the card.
What was
important to me was the time Kim took to write the note. What was important to me was the thought she
put into the note.
Got me thinking
. . .
How often have
we expressed, even in a little way, how much someone means to us? A gesture.
A smile. A touch. How many opportunities have been missed, have
been lost, because we might have thought it was ‘a dumb idea’ perhaps ‘we might
get ridiculed or scoffed at’, because our gesture ‘might be rejected’? How many opportunities were missed because we
were waiting for the ‘right time’, when actually any time would have been the ‘right
time’? An opportunity missed is an
opportunity lost.
We’ve missed and
lost too many already, you and I. Don’t lose
any more. There are those around us, who
we bump into daily, that need a gentle reminder that they are loved, that they
are thought about, that they are needed, that they mean something to us. There are those around us who really do need
A Note Of Love. They really do. Really.
Something to think about . . .
Live Your Life,
and Make A Difference!
Great post! Writing a note to loved one doesn't take long, but it communicates a world. R L W Lee
ReplyDeleteWonderfully expressed and stated. Thank you for a positive reminder to us all.
ReplyDeleteThank you, James. I appreciate it and I thank you for tagging along. Joe
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