Normally I do get handmade cards, but this year Hubs decided to take the kids to the card store and have them pick their own. I thought I'd share them with you as I think each one is telling of their personalities.
For M., who isn't quite reading on her own yet, Hubs read from one card to another for an hour, until she found one she was satisfied with.
She's six. And this is what she picked...
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I believe I did both. Sometimes cards do express more than what we can express ourselves :).
On another note, I received another kind of card welcoming this next phase of my life...
My doctor said something rather shocking as he handed me this script. He said there is an ongoing debate about reneging the recommendations for women at 40 to get mammograms. He said that apparently not enough women in their 40's are getting diagnosed as opposed to women in their 50's. He also said there are more false positives and needless procedures than there are women actually having cancer. I don't know about you, but if I have a chance to catch cancer early in me, or in any other woman I know, I will do the damn mammogram, no questions asked. I could care less about statistics, average risk, or false positives. I will take the false positive over a true one any day.
Sorry, I don't know where that soap box came from.
Save the Tatas :)...
Much love
xx oo