When you're a kid, you never have time for the birthday cards that come with the presents.
Couldn't be less interested. Can't toss 'em aside fast enough. You read them because your parents reminded you to (or because you hope there's money in there).
But now that I'm older, I think I like the cards more.
(Don't get me wrong; a thoughtful present always hits the sweet spot. Or a really good meal.)
You know who you are. Thanks and love to each of you.