The cards that clutter my heart (and house)

We have a tradition in our family where you have to write a card the night before, it has to be more than 'happy birthday' and then all the cards are placed by the birthday person's bed.

Our 14 year old son Harry always makes me laugh with his funny, left field messages, and his ability to cram all the text into the top left corner. We have a bit of a clutter issue at our house, and it’s possibly because I see something like this, think it’s brilliant, and decide to keep it.

This was for my 51st birthday. Yes it does bring me joy, Marie Kondo!

(We’re working on the handwriting)

Happy birthday Dad!!

Happy Christmas

I spent most of my 14 years also thinking 51 was a prime number

End of card. Thank you Harry. I wouldn’t change a word, or a strikeout. No need for a signature either. All the writing is in the top left corner. I know who it is.

Harry’s most famous card to me, however, is this one:

Dear dad,

I Hate You

have a Good birthday

Harry

Okay he might have been hoping and not hating.

I think I’m the tall bald dude in the middle.

Now let’s move to a Christmas theme.

The card of cards, the one that we talk about each year and that I’ve posted about before, was written by this young theologian, aged 5. It’s called, ‘Dear Gisis’

Polly was (and is) a Christmas enthusiast, and amongst a full deck of Christmas cards, decided to write one to the baby Jesus. This is how it went: