Only a Post It Note

Let us go back to one year ago....

I was packing up my car getting ready to drive to Utah and move into a new apartment. I had felt sick to my stomach all the time. I honestly did not want to go back because of all the bad feelings that I got. I found out later why I did not want to go back, but that is a different story...
Anyway, I would cry for days because of all the stress. I even cried at Disneyland...yes, Disneyland, because of all these feelings! That should tell you how bad I was in that moment.

My first year at BYU, my parents drove me up and my dad thought it would be cute to put Post-It notes all over my dorm room. Yes, it was dorky, but I loved it. I would find them in odd places months later and it would make me smile because I knew how much my dad loved me.

So as I was getting ready for my second year at BYU, I was kind of sad that my Dad would not be able to do the same thing again to my new apartment (though I never let on that I felt this way) because he had to stay behind for work. I don't know when he did it, but at some point he went through my things and put post its through the stuff in the car. I would find them in my cereal boxes and in suitcases. I actually found one only four months ago on top of a peanut butter jar. But there was one that stood out. It was on the front of my car. I did not notice it until we were half way to Utah. I probably rolled my eyes and thought it was dorky, but I really did love it. My mom and I had bets on whether it would make it all the way to Utah. We would check it every time we got out of the car. Guess what...it made it.

Here is a picture of it after that Journey from Mesa, AZ to Provo, UT:

 

*NOTE: Yes, it is backwards on purpose. That is how it is actually written so that people looking in their rearview mirrors can read it, apparently.

 

So it made the journey. I thought it was funny and figured I would take it off a few days later. Then, it became a game. I wanted to see how long the post it would last. 

 

It made it through a whole Utah winter of snow and ice. Each time I would clean my car of the snow, I would check to see if it was still there. I was ever so careful because I did not want it to fall off. Basically, it became plastered to my car.

 

So, why am I writing this you ask? Because today, a year after it was placed on my car, I took the post it note off. I was in desperate need of a car wash.  I had been procrastinating a car wash because of this post it note!! But it was time that my car remember how much I love it and that required going through a lot of soap, water, and air. I knew that the post it note would not survive. I wanted to be able to keep the note instead of have it lost in the deep abyss of a drain somewhere under the city of Provo. I decided it was time that I took the note off of my car. So I called my Dad and let him know of this sad tale. I took one last picture before removing the note that has been there for a year from my car.

The words are faded and the edges are torn, but I have never forgotten the meaning behind the note. This simple post it note showed me how much my dad loves me. He will stick by me in all of my storms and stresses, just like this post it stuck to my car.

 

I decided to put the post it note in a frame so that I can keep it forever.

 



 Sorry for the long post about a post it note. It is cheesy, I know. But this is something that has brought me laughter when I felt like crying and peace when I felt stress. It is only a post it note, but it has become so much more.