The Sound of Cards

Cards.

I know, sounds so simple. So basic. But the sound of cards shuffling is on my list of faves. When I was a kid, my siblings and I were card players. We came from card-playing stock. I have few memories of early childhood, but one of them includes me sitting at Nana’s big table, Dad playing “high-low” with all us kids and piles of pennies in front of each of us. You’d guess if the third card he was about to draw was “higher, lower, or in-between” the first two. I’m telling you, between the cards and the sounds of Christmas music, the smell of cookies and the taste of egg nog… well, life doesn’t get much better than this.

Over forty years later, and I’m still listening to Christmas music, smelling cookies (I’ve made them, though, and not Nana), and the taste of egg nog….

Okay, I gotta tangent here………. egggggg noggggggg! (When I was a kid, I remember thinking that it tasted so good that when I got to be an adult, I would allow myself to drink AS MUCH AS I WANTED… now, as that adult, I limit myself to a small glass a few times per season… ’cause I am all healthy and shit.)

Aaaaand I’m back…. well, the sound of those cards shuffling brings back such good feels. It’s no wonder that I taught all five of my children to play cards. Of course. No pennies involved, and we play all year long and not just at the holidays. But, heck yeah, cards please!

Son1 visited this past weekend and asked Son3 and I if we would join him in a game of cards. I couldn’t find my place at the table fast enough. Is there anything much better than cards, with two of my most fave peeps in the whole wide world?

Life is good. It’s simple. Or maybe it’s just that I’m simple. But this weekend was rich with memories of my childhood and full of joy with two of my babes.

Cards. Just cards, man. And yet. Swoon and thank you God for this day.

How about you guys? What are some of your happiest memories? What is something so simple that brings you gobs of joy?

Writing Every Day Down.

Hugs,

Lisa

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