She took the time to shovel a path. A driveway that wasn’t hers. A long one. Just so we would have an easy time with our luggage. But I suppose that’s the way with some people — they not only welcome you, they make it so easy to be their friend. They don’t just allow you in, but they clear a path.

And that’s not everyone. Not in this world of walls and division. So how do we get over? Get through? Maybe it’s just one message at a time. And the echoing of.

I have new cards coming out soon. I’ve made them for decades now. I don’t run out of words. Maybe I just write the ones I’d like to hear myself. (Sometimes we shovel alone.) They are just tiny greetings. Small words of hope. Encouragement. Joy. And they won’t clear a path for everyone, but if you’re reading this, I hope you can feel it. Maybe walk the path of this day a little easier, by walking in the echo of the gifts I have been given.