Every once in a while, when I’m feeling stuck in an interminable loop of cleaning, dishes and laundry, I find a perfect one of these:
Perhaps your house has some too.
What are they?
They are proof that our house is a home. They are evidence of finger-painting, snack-times, and adventures in a muddy garden. They are reminders of sticky hands and wet kisses, big hugs from little men and tiny thumbs in sleepy mouths.
I am always reluctant to wipe them away. I know that one day they will no longer reside on the windows, mirrors and appliances of my house, and I will be sad.
But, after a brief pause, I wipe them off, knowing that as soon as I do, three more will quickly reappear.