I think of my self as sentimental. By this I mean that I tend to be reflective. I think about the past; the good, the bad and the ugly. I come across objects that I associate with events and I am swept away by memories and emotions from the past. Why should you care? I don’t really know. I thought it might explain some things…

I was going through my briefcase this afternoon, looking for a pen, when I came across a note card. It was the kind of card you would see on an arrangement from a florist. I turned it over in my hand, recognizing it before I saw the words written on the front: “Congratulations! You’re a daddy again! Love, Cheryl.” On the back of the card I had written a date – “6/11/2002.” If that were true, Beth would have a brother or sister right now. As it turns out, it didn’t work out.

I put the card back in by briefcase, saving it for another day.