Are you old enough to remember that song by the Five Man Electrical Band: “Signs, signs, everywhere a sign? …”
Our youngest likes to make signs and write notes, which we find periodically in various places around the house. Most recently, I walked into the kitchen to find a hand-scribbled note on the countertop: DO NOT TOUCH it pleaded in big, bold letters. Beside it was the body of a Breyer gelding, its broken leg surgically repaired thanks to modern adhesive science.
A couple of weeks earlier, one of her class assignments involved making a sign as part of a graphics unit in Computer Technology. She was proud to bring that one home and display it on the refrigerator door: “Help Wanted: My Sister Has Issues.”
Then there is the note I discovered not long ago as I was headed out of town for a series of meetings. I kept it in my briefcase and re-discovered it again the other day. It made me all warm and misty-eyed initially and it does every time I read it:
I’m funny and I’m weird. That is an assessment I can certainly live with. And the first time I read the “sooooo” I actually thought it was 500,000. Half a million reasons! Wow!
I’ve got at least half a million right back at you, darling, ‘cause you’re funny and weird, too. I love you.