As my dad was looking through some papers today, he found a stack of old postcards that were written by him and my mom from some 40-60 years ago. They logged most of the trips that were taken. Most of them were sent to my dad’s parents who had kept them and now they are in my dad’s possession. I remembered some of the places myself, but not all. I came across a couple of postcards that were sent from my dad to my mom. One was addressed to “my wife”. To me, they were the sweetest.

I Found God today in postcards from the past.