My wife brought in the stack of Christmas cards to sign. I shook my head.
“It’s not even Thanksgiving yet.”
She smiled. “I like to get a jump on things.”
I almost said probably addressed them in January, but I caught myself in time.
I thanked her and went to my study. I opened the first card. It was to the Thomasons. Their daughter was Wendy’s best friend since kindergarten. Our families had spent summer vacations together once.
There was the photo. We’d taken it a month or so after the funeral.
Molly, me, Teddy. A family of three now.