As I was looking for gifts to unwrap today, I came across this. (no, not the dirty dishes)...
I almost erased it with a quick swipe of my sponge.
But then...I stopped. And I saw. And I was grateful.
Grateful for my sweet little boy and his tiny dirty feet. His dirty feet that go everywhere, and jump off of any surface they can find. His dirty feet that climb and explore til his little heart's content. His little feet that chase me around and laugh out loud with joy that I only hope to possess. His little feet that love to live life, wherever he is. Even on a kitchen stool.
6 comments:
oh you remind me of the powdery brown footprints through the house tonight after my son covered his feet in soft, dry dirt from the driveway. the tuesday thing does make me appreciate those moments more.
So thrilled that you were able to stop and be thankful...and then wipe it down and tell them to wash their hands. hee hee xoxo :)
The footprints-- the fingerprints-- the LIP prints on MY glass (and the floaties IN my glass)-- the toys I step on in the middle of the night-- the pee I wipe off the toilet constantly--
As much as they annoy me, what if the little people that made them weren't here?
I love Tuesdays Unwrapped. Thank you for sharing this gift. :)
oh, to see love in a little footprint... that is a gift worth savoring!
Before he was born, did you ever think dirty footprints would be so very precious? And isn't it great that those very same little footprints were left in your heart, too?!
Oh, this is sweet. I am so happy for you that you were able to recognize this sweetness before you wiped it away. How many times, in our zeal to get everything done, do we miss a moment to reflect and be thankful? God bless you in your quest to capture the moments!
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