This will be my longest confession to date.
It's actually a double-confession of sorts.
Part I : one of my favorite parts of Christmas is getting Christmas cards in the mail.
There's something so magical and spectacular about opening your mailbox and seeing a stack of personal cards instead of credit card applications and coupons to Pet Supermarket.
Since we've been married, I have never thrown away a single Christmas card we've received.
I am the extreme opposite of a packrat, and I absolutely detest clutter.
But there is a special drawer in my house just for Christmas cards.
I love them.
They're pretty, they cost money, and they're a fun little recap of our year together.
And even though I have
And I don't expect them to.
Well, not entirely anyway.
Is this the craziest confession I've made yet?
Can we still be friends, and more importantly, will you still send me a Christmas card now that you know this about me?
Is there anyone else out there who keeps their own Christmas cards? I cannot possibly be the only person on this planet who does that, right?