So it's my friend's birthday and I really wanted to do something special. I spent all week thinking about the perfect homemade card that I could make expressing all of the things that I appreciate about him. Well the actual day of the birthday arrived and I found myself going through old birthday cards that friends and relatives had sent to me years ago. I found one card that was particularly sentimental with flowers and butterflies on the front and flowery prose inside. It was one of those awesome cards that has a poem on the cover, the inside, the back cover, etc. and my relative had handwritten my name on the top of each page. I found myself crossing out my name and writing the name of my friend instead. Keep in mind that his name looked very much out of place on the very feminine card which I knew, but for some reason I felt like recycling this card was the most responsible way to tell said friend Happy Birthday. Just before sealing the envelope, I considered handwriting a note telling him all of the things that I appreciate about him as an insert in the card, but ultimately decided that I could not compete with the poetry already expressed.
Disclaimer: This entire account represents a dream. I have never recycled a birthday card and I will not be giving said friend a card with butterflies and poetry on the front for his actual birthday.
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