My refrigerator always had my kids’ artwork and school work and every other kind of important document produced for them and by them stuck at precarious angles by weak magnets and ready to slide off if I opened the door too quickly.
If it was a rite of passage for them to have their masterpieces posted there, it became a rite of passage for me and the empty nest to see them slowly start to disappear.
These days my expensive stainless steel refrigerator, a symbol of my now “grown up” house, has nothing posted on it (partly because it won’t hold magnets, but mostly because the kids are grown).
Not today. Soldier Sally has sent us a beautiful coloring book drawing. Of a weird unicorn thingie with turtles on its back. And a crazy butterfly intent on flying toward dragons.
It’s better than a Rembrandt.