I like looking at people’s refrigerators. Not in their refrigerators — on their refrigerators. I mean, I suppose it’s interesting that they have gourmet salsa and leftover, half-eaten Chipotle burritos in there, but what’s more interesting is what they place under the magnets. Or even the magnets themselves. I’ve found that you can learn a lot about the little idiosyncrasies of a person based on the sole contents of the front of their fridge. Or, it’s at least a good way to hear fun stories.
I got this fortune at Pei Wei on the day we found out I was pregnant with my first-born.
And two years later, he made me this artwork.
I inherited this magnet from my parents when I got my first apartment.
And years later, I wrote this when our sweet Katherine Grace was born.
We have words of inspiration.
And images of contemplation.
Baby announcements and birthday invites.
So when I go to the fridge to feed my belly, I feed my soul a little, too.