April 6, 2011
I found this on my kitchen chalkboard yesterday. There it was, right next to the list of groceries that I had forgotten at the store. In amongst the saved box-tops for school and the phone messages. It made my day. Completely made my day.
I started to look around at all the notes we leave for each other. They are everywhere. My desk is covered in scraps like this.
I love chalkboards. I have one in almost every room of the house. I think they are beautiful and they open the door to writing notes–but without any real commitment. You can just write something on a whim and change it the next day. Perfect.
We have a huge chalkboard in Asa and Finley’s room. It came from a school and even though it takes up a lot of real estate in a small room I just can’t bring myself to take it down. I love the possibilities it presents.
Even little Atticus gets in on the action.
Visitors also leave notes on our chalkboards. I can’t bring myself to erase this one.
Finley is our color man and prefers markers. Our house is literally strewn with his artwork. I think this may be “the force” on my head.
Asa has a secret spy kit with a note writing toy. He writes super tiny notes and then shoots them at people. Interesting. I know. I save his little notes from being vacuumed up whenever I find them.
How could I ever ask for more? THIS is the kind of house I want to live in. The kind of messy house that it brimming with love letters and colorful drawings. The kind of house where you almost kill yourself tripping over a toy tractor or a light saber but get shot with a note that says I love you. I don’t ever want this to change. It’s my kind of house.