I like making things.

Cards fall into this category.

I used to be a huge fan of just giving cards. Any kind of card, too. Any occasion that could possibly be found in which to send a card, I would find it. And when I give a card, I don’t just sign my name—oh, no no. I fill the card; I basically write a novel. Yes, I understand that at times this is a little excessive, but usually I start writing and have trouble stopping.  There always seems to be something more that I could say to someone.

I think my love for giving cards stems from my enjoyment from receiving them. There’s just something kind of beautiful about getting a card, knowing that someone was thinking about you.

A card is an excuse to tell someone what they mean to you—to tell them those things that you may not tell them any other way. Sometimes, cards are a cop-out. There are some words of affirmation that should be said to someone’s face. However, other times, the most beautiful thing you can do is write it down in a card. Then that person can go back again and again and read those encouraging words. I know I certainly do that. I do so with notes, texts, messages, letters, cards—if you wrote a kind word to me some time, I most likely still have it.

Within the past few months, I have become a huge fan of making cards. This card here is one that I made for a new friend. He’s into photography, so I cut the card to the exact specs of a Polaroid photo. He loved it and was very appreciative.

I'll be honest, I was pretty proud of the end result.

I was delighted.