I’m horrible at remembering birthdays and anniversaries and other special occasions. Sure, I love it when I receive a gift or card in the mail on, or especially before, a big day of my own. But I’m usually the one sending the apologetic text at 11 p.m. the night of to others. “Happy Birthday. Sorry you haven’t gotten your gift yet. I’ll get it to you soon.”
And then I quickly add a to-do list item to actually buy the gift.
Recently, though, I decided to make a change. It’s a small thing, really, but being thoughtful enough to remember and acknowledge these important occasions seemed worth my time. And a good way to invest in my closest relationships.
I’ve been doing better, but on a recent weeknight after a full day’s work and making dinner and cleaning up, I found myself sitting at the dining room table for 30 minutes writing and addressing sympathy cards, packaging birthday gifts for the mail, and performing other “thoughtful” tasks. When I finally finished, I told my husband, “No wonder I’ve never been a very thoughtful person. It’s hard work!”CONTINUE READING @THE HIGH CALLING