Designing holiday cards is a stressful process. Beginning December 1, I dread going to the mailbox and finding it filled with the cards of organized, have it together moms. Everyday the guilt grows, as the time pressure of the looming end of year increases.
But here we are, officially closer to the end of December than the beginning, and I haven’t begun the gathering of the addresses, or the revision of “the list.”
But I have done the hard part. I have found “the picture.” The one that encapsulates the spirit of the year. It used to be so stressful to find that one shot where Steve and I look youthful and glowing and where, miraculously, all of the kids are smiling and happy.
But now that cards come in so many designs, the pressure has been lifted. Holiday cards have become the slide shows of our youth. And the pressure of the selection process has been lifted.
I spent a few pleasant hours last weekend as the wind howled outside, revisiting vacations when we were tanned and rested. I could feel the sand between our toes and the kiss of the setting sun on our cheeks. It made me hunger to take next year’s snapshot, preferably somewhere exotic and warm.