I love a clean fridge door.
I always admire a kitchen that is tidy and that has zero magnets, papers or pictures that don the fridge door.
My fridge door is a hot mess. It is a stainless steel fridge but you would never know it. I try to clean it up and take things down and then I hear from the living room, “Why did you take my painting down? Why is the Falcon Award not on the fridge anymore?” Then, I am reminded…
Your fridge door tells a story.
The stories that you read on my fridge door are many.
The story of our last soccer season, the team and individual pictures, and the memories that go with them. The basketball team photos remind us of last winter’s season. We have school pictures on our fridge and what a way to reflect on how much they have grown in such a short time; they are growing up like weeds.
Photo booth strips are on our fridge from various weddings or trips to the movie theater where we all crammed into a booth to smile and remember our adventure. We have pictures of our niece, a few Christmas picture cards of our friends that live far away, and pictures of our kids and our grandkids. We have cool pictures of our two youngest kids and the meanings of their names (their birth momma picked their names, so it is a sweet reminder of their story). Little Polaroids finish out our gallery of pictures, all with funny memories.
The magnets tell story after story.
You can tell that we love coffee because those magnets scream to get me a latte. There are magnets of the places we have visited over the years, and they tell a story. There is a magnet from our wedding, such a cool story of how we fell in love and have built a life together.
We have a prayer written on a piece of paper on our fridge. It reminds us of who we are and asks God to be with us throughout the day even as we open the fridge. A school calendar with a list of dates is front and center to keep us on track (note to self -throw away and replace with current one).
The last story our fridge tells is about the magnetic flashlights that are on our fridge, three to be exact. Each has 20 different lighting functions in case of an emergency. One year for Christmas, my dad bought dozens of these and gave them to anyone he knew. He was our flashlight guy. I can’t help but look at them and press them and laugh at how excited he was when we unwrapped them and sold us on how much we needed them. He has since passed away and these are such a sweet story reminder.
I’m rethinking my stance on the clean fridge now. Anyone can have a clean fridge door… so bring on the messy door. It’s a peak into my life and all of the blessings that hang there tell a story.
