Can you see it? I can whenever I walk by my front picture window. Travis stands here to watch me leave the house, pressing his hands and face on the glass. I haven't wiped this one off for several days now; maybe because it's a perfect print of his tiny hand. Maybe it's because someone once told me to enjoy the hand prints on the glass while you can. Or maybe because it's the print of my youngest, and in this moment I realize it's the smallest it will ever be because he just grew a fraction of an inch.
But I've left it mostly as a celebration of me finding pleasure in the messiness of the window, and seeing I actually benefit from its existence now, before now and after now. And for that I am most grateful.
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