This is a photo of the back of my internal kitchen door.
It’s a height chart.
It’s a measure of my family.
It’s a mess of ink and chalk and pen and crayon and 9 years worth of grime.
It was never intended to be a permanent feature.
When we started it soon after we moved here in 1999, you’ll notice i didn’t even write names on it. I just made little marks.
I imagined that I would soon paint over it.
But I’m lazy and have a largely sentimental streak… so that never happened.
If I ever move house I just might have to take this door with me.
I want to be able to write many more entries on it of mine and my childrens growth or in my case, of my diminishing height.
I wonder if i might one day have grandchildrens height measurements to record?
Please God, let that be.