It all started with an industrial-sized stack of post-it notes. They were sitting by the coffee maker, and as I grabbed a cup to go on my rush out the door I decided to leave a little love note for my spouse.
I love you! I’ll miss you today! it read.
Just a quick note, no big deal, and then I ran out the door.
Later when I returned home he may have mentioned the note. I’m not sure, and I guess in a way it doesn’t matter, but for whatever reason I decided to do it again the next day.
I grabbed another post-it, pen poised, and I wondered what I should write. What could I fit on a 3×3 square piece of paper that encompassed how I felt right at that moment? I mean, he knew I loved him. Did I really need to tell him on a tiny piece of paper?
Thank you for everything you do. Have a great day!
XOXO,
Wife
The next weekend I worked, I did the same. Then I left notes again the following weekend too. Before I knew it I had developed a habit of note writing. It was almost a compulsion, and I found myself going back inside once already in the car if I realized I had forgotten to leave a note for my love.
I prayed for you this morning. I love you more than you can ever know.
Love,
Me
This morning was no different, and as I grabbed a post-it I noticed the stack was finally starting to dwindle. I grabbed my pen and I waited for inspiration. It wasn’t hard to find. You’d think it would become monotonous, or perhaps I would run out of things to say, but as I pictured the morning scene I felt as if I could write an entire book, if only a square paper note could hold that much.
I guess there’s always something to say if you think about it.
I had walked to the coffee maker past a pallet set-up on the floor, the aftermath of a slumber party thrown by my husband for our daughter who wasn’t feeling her best. They were thick as thieves those two, and I knew she had felt some relief from her sickness by cuddling up next to her dear old dad as she drifted off to dreamland.
You are an amazing father and wonderful husband. Thank you!
❤️
Brie
I set the note down and went to pour my coffee. Being all thumbs, as I am some mornings, I made a spill on the counter, and I rushed with a towel to contain it. Pushing back a large canister caused an unexpected avalanche, and staring back at me were hundreds of love notes written by me. I had always assumed he threw them out, but seeing the stack I realized it wasn’t so. He had tucked them away for safe keeping.
I’m so grateful that God gave me you! Love you baby!
XO,
Wife
I put his cache of love notes back in their place, and then I added an extra exclamation point to today’s. I’ll write another tomorrow, and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.
I suppose love notes are needed. Even when you’re not sure if they’re actually being read, or if they mean as much to the recipient as they do to you. You keep writing love notes anyway with a fervent ambition so they never doubt and they always see just how much they mean to you. And even though you never know when your reciprocal avalanche will come, that’s not why you do it anyway. You do it just because, because you love them. And that is reason enough.
Dana Lee says
Loves!
brieann.rn@gmail.com says
Thank you!