Getting out of the shower the other day, I glanced at our bathroom window and saw in the condensation on the glass the perfect outline of Michaela's seven-year-old-sized hands: one in the pane on the left and one in the right.
And it made me smile.
And it served as a perfect reminder that no matter how much I clean, how much I organize, how much I try to contain their stuff and clothing and toys and ephemera... children live in this house and they bring it joy.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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And THAT is what makes you a more fun mom than I EVER WAS! I would have cringed at FINGERPRINTS ON A WINDOW-EGAD! Mommy
Have you considered writing a book on "Walmart Encounters"? What an archaeological treasure trove it would be! LW
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