A few weeks ago, David and I talked about why cards matter to me. I told him this, “Okay. They’re important because I used to like looking at Nan’s cards from Grandpa C and even the letters. I never met him, so it was a way to know him a little, but I loved reading about their love.”
He replied, I feel bad now. Ima make it up to you.
He also told me that I’m not selfish or over the top. I’m not high maintenance at all. David also said, “you deserve to be taken care of too.”
I had an extra Valentine’s Day card and last week I asked David if he would mind filling it out. He didn’t mind at all. David filled it out last night. He made me promise not to read it until the morning. Last night, I put it next to my alarm clock. As soon as my alarm goes off at 5:50 AM, I’ll read it.
Ah, a nice surprise this morning as soon as the alarm woke me up at 5:50. The card brought happy tears to my eyes.
I’m beyond grateful. 
I put it in the scrapbook box.
The Happiness Box Project 
Hi, Jessica Marie!
You guys have me blubbering, dear friend! You really do have something special going. It gives me vicarious joy to sit here on the sidelines and experience your happiness. The message David wrote for you is nicely expressed. His card is a keeper for your box and scrapbook. I’m happy that he asked you why the giving and receiving of cards is so important to you. Your reply enlightened both him and me. For David to state that you are not high maintenance and deserve to be taken care of are words anyone would love to hear. Let them echo through your mind and bring you peace and comfort.
Enjoy the rest of your week, dear friend JM!
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