I can’t imagine a world without post-it notes. How would I remember anything? There are pads of notes all over my house, in my purse, in my car, and stuck on random books and walls. I have no excuse to forget anything. But I still do.
We’ve always been a family of notes. When the kids were little I tucked notes into their lunches. When they went away to camp or on a trip we stuck love notes in their suitcases. Sometimes a family member would find a note on their pillow. Some of the notes were reminders but most were words of encouragement and love. When my Dad died unexpectedly I found several loves notes stuck to my pillow from our twins who were small at that time. They wanted me to know they were sad for me and they took time to encourage me.
Our master bathroom is tiny. You can barely turn around in it. But one wall is oh so special. There are about 50 different faded post-it notes stuck on a small wall right above the towel rack.
Each one is a love note from my husband. Included are:
“Thank you for making our bed 9,238 times.”
“You are my favorite friend”
“Without me you are only half here!”
I was thinking recently that I haven’t found a love note in a while. Life gets busy. We forget that it’s the little things that make a big difference. We forget to appreciate and to affirm one another. Today, I could sit around and mope because he hasn’t written me a note lately, but what I really need to do is stick one on his desk just to tell him how proud I am of him.
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