Grandchildren are purveyors of bliss. In my office, just below the window side of my desk, the backside of a dry-erase board is visible. The dry-erase board is facing the wall to protect it.
Okay, I know, I can take a picture of it, and I have taken a picture. The picture does preserve the memory. But a picture, though it may be worth a thousand words, can never take the place of my granddaughter’s note to her grandpa and me.
During a visit when Grand Thing One had just completed Kindergarten, she spontaneously wrote a note to us on the whiteboard from my office. She changed out color markers as she pleased, and the adorned the note with an illustration of herself with Grandma, Grandpa, and Tom Dog. (Tom Dog is her daddy’s dog.) The lovely note, exactly as written is in the picture. Here is how she read it to us:
“I Love Grandma and Grandpa. Your dogs are cute, I love them too. I love to read with you and they make me laugh. It is funny. I love to stay up with you, it makes me happy to stay up with you. When I see the sunshine it makes me sing about you. You fill my heart with love. I do not want to leave. I want to stay right here. I will not move. It was nice to see you but it was fun with you. Good-bye, I will see you soon. Good-bye, I love you, good-bye.”
A straight line from her house to ours is 1350 miles. She is in 2nd grade now. I think I will send her some stationary, addressed envelopes and stamps. We Google Hangout often, and we call, but a nice note from little hands is a moment of bliss a grandma cannot resist.
As you see, I have a picture, but I do not, and never will, have the heart to erase her letter. So, all of you people out there in blog land, someone must know how to preserve this dry-erase message.
Is there a spray? Can the surface be laminated? Do I leave it as is and just pray nothing happens? Do I buy multiple dry-erase boards and experiment?
Your suggestions are welcome in this grandma’s desire to preserve bliss.
In the days and weeks, after my first fire chiefs death, there was a note written on the dry erase board, at our firehall. Written in blue marker…is the words “I miss my grandpa.” This was …..about 7 or 8 years ago. Though notes may come and go, on that board, those words remain untouched, and bring back memories of Chief Jordan, every time I’m at our firehall. So if kept out of harms reach…..I believe in leaving it as is! A visual image says a thousand words.
Chris, that is so touching. We are such sentimental creatures, searching for ways to hold on to that which inspires and gives hope.
What a beautiful posting. I was in tears as I read it to my wife. We are grandparents of six children located many miles away. A clear laquer spray should work.might work
Thanks, and thanks for the suggestion. I will give it a try on a test board. It is hard when the grandkids are far away, we video chat with ours when we can.
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