Fifteen years ago, before I met my husband, I was divorced and living the comfortable, yet meager life of an educator. At the time of my divorce, I could only afford the cheapest, stark white, dented, non ice maker refrigerator model made. I’m not sure how or why my ‘divorcee’ fridge survived almost twenty years, but it did. Recently, though, we bought a real beauty! Big, bold, beautiful and modern. We revel in its efficiency and roominess, sometimes just standing in front of the door while refilling our water glasses, smiling at its grandeur.
When I said goodbye to my ‘divorcee’ fridge, I did keep my mementos and happily decorated Big Beauty with the smiles and tears of our lives, adding more and more with love.
The first thing you will see are the pictures of our grandchildren in various poses with basketballs, tree climbing and even pacifiers. We adore our three grandsons and newest granddaughter. Is there any place more befitting their smiles and torn paper flower art, than in our warm, loving kitchen on the door of our families’ sustenance?
Smattered about are magnets from our travels. We seem to be suckers for a magnet and a Christmas ornament from every trip we take, and love reliving the memories whenever we can. There’s something very satisfying about reviewing our life travels and smiling at the plastic, multicolored flip flop with South Beach painted in bright letters.
My very best friend in the world sent me a card once that leads the top of my refrigerator collage. It has a picture of two precious kittens up in a tree. The caption says, “Act cute…here come the fireman!” Every time I see that card, whether passing by or when searching for the pickle jar, I smile and think of my friend. I recall our single day shenanigans and cockily think to myself, “Hell ya, we’re still got “it”! What ever “it” is.
Alongside my magnets from Port Aransas, London, San Antonio Zoo and Have you hugged your cat today?, there is a bucket list of more places we would like to see and travels to take before we get too old. There’s also a gentle reminder which says, “To Thine Own Self Be True”. Although divorcee fridge is gone, I am still very grounded in the fact that where I am today is a culmination of where I have been. Maybe divorcee fridge was a simple necessity, but through the years it served us well and possibly led us to our gorgeous side by side. Maybe, my simple living and being true to myself led me to my strong, loving and genuine husband. Maybe we were always meant to be together, side by side.