Real Stuff

I'm so glad I did not grow up in the era of text messaging....if so I would not have had the pleasure of re-reading through this grab bag of love notes that Paul wrote to me back in high school. This was the prize after another long day of cleaning out and now I'm so giddy from reading through all the mush that I just don't know what will come of this post.

I had great plans for us on Paul's day off for Pioneer Day...cleaning out the "spider room". Actually it's our storage room but why it is called the spider room and why we had to clean it out is for another post. We followed Marie Rick's E.E.E. plan and decided it would be most effective to leave the kids entertained and locked in their room while 1."Everything was out" and being 2."Eliminated". It felt good to eliminate but still overwhelming to sort through the 3."Essential" that were to go back in. Our essentials that were left fell into the following catogories: food storage/utility supplies, office supplies/homeschool resources, and sentimental treasures.

Sentimental treasures are the most fun to sort through but hardest to weed out. I love the smell, the story, and memory they contain. I laid there on the carpet, for hours, surrounded with boxes and junk to be tossed, lost in the pages of these love notes just smiling and laughing. This is just what we needed to get through the rest of the project because Paul and I were both starting to get a bit irritable. Our original plan was to watch a movie later in the evening as a reward for all our hardwork....now we had something even better than a movie to enjoy - the zip lock full of teenaged love notes.

I'm just a bit nervous though because I too wrote him some mushy love notes but they are no where to be found! I'm also wondering how to I keep them and enjoy them for myself without allowing them to fall in the hands of posterity. I suppose this little bag could use some filtering.

Just not yet because I'm getting too much joy out of them. My cheeks and stomach are sore from all the rolling on the floor laughing, my voice is hoarse from trying to read out loud while fighting through the out bursts of laughter, and I just can't stop smiling. These little gems don't belong in the spider room - I think I'll keep them under my pillow instead. I could never get mad at Paul after re-reading through a few of them. Even in high school Paul had a very unique and entertaining writing style, when you add a bit of mush and taggled up teenage emotion it is enough to melt you. I suggested he take these notes and write a little screen play, a Disney sitcom, or even start a blog called "teenage love notes from Paul". Either way today I feel like the luckiest wife in the world. I sure had an amazing boyfriend in highschool but even greater husband now. Thanks for all the notes Paul and thank you also for spending the day helping me clean out the "Spider Room", maybe you could write me another mushy note sometime.