Let's face it. Sometimes, SAYING "Thank You" isn't enough. I'm sure we've all experienced, at one time or another . . . a particular act of kindness, an exceptionally thoughtful gift, a special favor, an unsolicited show of support, or inspirational words and wisdom offered by a trusted friend or family member, that simply demands more than a verbal "Thank You."
And even with the advent of exquisitely beautiful and creatively designed electronic cards (YES, I use them myself!), and the ease of immediate and real time email communication via the Internet. . . there is nothing like a physical, tangible, hand-held, sent-delivered-and received paper card.
Yes, my friends, what I'm talking about here is an old concept. . . the written Thank You Card. Sending Thank You cards may be bordering on a Lost Art, but I remain a believer. Whether a card is handmade or purchased, I personally believe that there's nothing that conveys "Thank You" in both word and action, quite as strongly as receiving a Thank You card in the mail. I have sooo many reasons for saying this, but I don't want to bore you with them all at this juncture.
Instead, I'd simply like to say that I, myself, have been inspired by some acts of kindness recently that have prompted me to create some new Thank You card designs. And I thought I'd share a couple of them with you here on my Blog. I hope you find these new card designs pleasing, and also that you will be encouraged to continue to keep the practice of sending written Thank You Cards alive and well.
The youngest of our two greyhounds, Beauregard (yes, we actually consulted the baby name books prior to naming Beau, and picked this name because it means "handsome" or "beautiful to regard"), just turned 2 in July. Although we've been greyhound adopters since 1997, we've never had a greyhound this young. And he's been a handful. . . . . I've read that greyhounds mature a bit more slowly than other breeds, and are still considered puppies until the age of 3 years!
And true to puppy form, Beau does EVERYTHING with enthusiasm and vigor. . . . somewhat to the dismay of our eight year-old greyhound, Harley.
But occasionally, I'm able to catch Beau in a moment of repose. And here he is, taking a rest after a hearty run, chew and play session with his (and Harley's) nylabones. . . . . .
It's Father's Day once again, and a time to remember and honor the special fathers in our lives.
Although my husband and I don't have children in the traditional sense of the word, we have always been privileged to have dogs as members of our family. . . .and I guess one could call them our four-legged kids.
Our current dog family members are Harley and and Beau, two beautiful red fawn greyhounds, both "rescues." Harley and Beau (with a little help from good ole "mom") decided to show their two-legged dad their appreciation on Father's Day by giving him a handmade card, specially designed for him.
That's 8-year old Harley's photo on the right of the card and almost-2-year old Beau's photo on the left.
Needless to say, my husband was quite touched by Harley's and Beau's thoughtfulness today.
On that note, I'd like to wish all the special fathers out there, whether they be fathers of the two- or four-legged genre,
It seems as though SPRING has been a long time in coming here to Northern Utah. But I think she has appeared at last.
I must admit that, several weeks ago, with the persistent winter chill and day after day of cloudy skies and rain (or worse!), I wasn't totally convinced that Spring would ever show her face. But, thank goodness I was wrong . . . and Spring is finally here.
Thankfully, our backyard vegetation hasn't been fooled by the unseasonably cold weather, and the Spring-flowering plants have continued to pop up through the soil undaunted, guided by their internal rhythms.
The crocuses, daffodils, tulips, and early irises have already bloomed, despite Utah's ongoing chill, snow, and rain. Their blossoms now spent, they have given way and made room for the later Spring blooming plants . . . which have also not disappointed.
As I strolled through our back yard this evening, having just finished mowing our "jungle", while the sun was beginning to lower itself in the sky, I was pleased to find a few obscure, almost hidden Spring treasures. . . .
Happy SPRING, Everyone! (It's about time, wouldn't you say?)