the significance of a mundane task

I spent two hours tonight making a card for my college roommate for her wedding. Ordinarily, I'd hurry myself along because I couldn't justify this much time spent on one card, but I guess tonight I'd let my guard down, and the time just slipped by. Out of practice, the ideas needed to be coaxed out.

And as I worked, I thought of Erin and where we started and how far we've come, and it's like my love grew, and every act of cutting, pasting, coloring, and writing was done with growing love. That's why I much prefer to make a card than give a present: I am given the opportunity to think about whoever I'm celebrating. And I can miss her as well as forgive her the touchy spots. I can admire her as well as accept that we're immensely different people. I can't wait to see her this weekend, and our girlfriends, and Gainesville!