We went in search for a lost party invite tonight and it made me stop and look at the collection of things on our fridge. I decided right then that the fridge can tell a story. For me, it is love. Pure love because these things are there:
1. A magnet from Santorini holding up a sweet note from a friend encouraging me to believe in myself.
2. Holiday cards with pictures of some of my favorite people on them.
3. An I love Okinawa magnet holding up two of my favorite people in Germany.
4. A 97% on a cursive spelling test.
5. A drawing that Jonathen made for my Mom just minutes after she arrived in December. Wonderfully detailed which is a big thing for him.
6. THE party invite that needed an RSVP because Jonathen can’t wait to hang out with new friends from class.
There is a whole lot of my story up there on that fridge. And tonight it feels really good to be me.
