Today I joined a fraternity. A proud fraternity. A fraternity of like-minded men, who bear a singular badge of honor.
Tonight, 2 days before Christmas, I bought a Christmas card for my wife.
In fact, I bought the last card the CVS had in stock with the label, ‘Wife.’
When Katie read the card, and my note inside, she said, “It’s so you.” And it was honest, as well as true. It so happened that the only card left was the perfect card for her.
Though I am part of the fraternity, I am the black sheep. This card wasn’t purchased in a panic. I didn’t sprint in in a cold-sweat frantically tossing cards aside as I looked for one to take home to a wife.
I have her presents already; I had not planned to get a card for her. I looked at the card section on a lark on my way back from the Men’s room. And there it was, alone in the desolation. A card meant to be taken.
This fraternity is casual, I’ll miss the meetings, and I’ll turn down any Facebook friend invites from my fraternity brothers.
Next year, I plan to let the membership lapse.
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