Overwhelmed

The day after my graduation party, I had opened up my cards, leaving the envelopes in one pile and methodically jotting down who gave what, etc. Leaving the envelopes on the floor, I largely forgot about them until my dad reminded me I needed to do some tidying up.

Frustrated by some of the day's events, I was feeling a little down, and I looked at this pile of envelopes, some 20-30, and was touched. When things get hectic and terms become gray, I forget about all the people who really do care, and on Tuesday night, I was reminded. I still can't believe the number of people who came (around 150 . . . we think), and I have been dually flattered and humbled by the outpouring of love.

Thank you to everyone. You make my life.