They stayed there on her mirror for weeks after we left. She couldn't bear to wipe away the imprint of my little ones. Seeing those tiny hands as she passed by made it feel as though they weren't so far away. There were no other little ones nearby and the glass stayed spotlessly clean. There were no messes. And no giggles. This is what Gram told me after we visited all those years ago when bearded sons were still toddling boys.
I thought of this glancing over my shoulder as the sun fell the other night, remembering one sticky, tiny person pressed to the glass earlier, looking for her brothers in the yard.
I left it there for just a little bit longer.
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So I am not the only one! I have a tiny hand print on my mirror left there by my grandson years ago when he was just a bitty baby. Every time I see it I smile. I don’t think I will ever clean that mirror.
I tried to feel the same way about the doggie nose-drool that marks my windows, but–um–no. Sweet little hands are way better.
Thank you for the reminder!
Aww… that is so sweet!
sniff, sniff…little hands are so sweet! I miss little people, but maybe grandkids someday. For now, I live with teenagers, brawling big boys, and the clutter and beat up trucks in the driveway, that goes with three teenagers coming and going at all times of the day (and night). I will miss it, my grumbling husband may not. LOL
Oh goodness. That brought tears to my eyes. I really needed to hear that today. Thank you and God bless!