Sorting through my purse this morning, I found a card that I vaguely remember buying a couple days ago: “Thinking of You.”
I do not know why I bought it.
At the time I bought it, I surely was thinking of you and how the card would brighten your day.
But I don’t remember why I was thinking of you.
Or who “you” are, for that matter.
Now I am concerned that you are out there waiting for me to send you a card letting you know I am thinking of you.
What if you get mad and never talk to me again, because of my obvious lack of thinking of you?
I guess that’s how I’ll know the card was for you!
I’m sure it was for me Jane!