I just got a Christmas card from Priscilla. It’s one she picked out for me herself, and it came today.
As a pastor’s wife and a campus staff worker, she would often find out spontaneously about somebody’s birthday, anniversary, engagement, graduation, etc. So that she could wish people well under those circumstances, she always maintained a supply of greeting cards. She picked them up whenever possible from a variety of sources—store closeouts, etc.—and kept them for when they were needed.
I went through her supplies this morning looking for Christmas cards. I discovered one that said, “For my husband.” There’s only one person Priscilla would have gotten that card for! She must have been planning to give it to me but never got the chance because her illness intervened.
Well, actually she did get the chance, because now I have it. It’s already making the first Christmas season without her a lot brighter.