gigamatic

today, i got a card in the mail from my sister, filled with as much 10-pt-sized handwritten text as would fit on the two inner pages.

"I lost your phone number. Again. Sorry!"

But to tell the truth, a handwritten letter meant more than a $10 phone call. News of my niece's progress into the world of the toddler... the sis's wishes to provide her with a sibling, but the realization she would have almost NO time to spend with them; the dread over not being able to afford a piece of land, let alone a home; the glee in finding out her husband's ex wife had to declare bankruptcy (and it wouldnt affect the husband in the least).

It actually made me remember the things that i know: things exist that are more important than vacation, or money, or lack thereof. time spent with our loved ones, the memories we make (or share later), the homes we make for ourselves.

so, tonight, after the kimchee is gone, and after i make chili, i'm going to dig out the blankets, curl up next to a certain someone, and get lost in one refreshing moment of peace before sleep.