Handprints of a Grandchild

Well, today was the day that I finally had to clean the windows at my front door. I didn’t want to, but living in the woods with a pond, the little night bugs become almost too much to bear. And, they decided to make their homes at the front door so they had to go. The sad part is, the little handprints left by my Grandson Dane, would have to go with them.

Four almost three weeks now I’ve looked at those prints every time I leave the house. I put my hand over his, remembering him peeking thru the glass with his sweet little face and his blonde curls. I knew eventually, they would have to go but I so didn’t want to do it. Those little prints are part of my world. The only thing missing from them were the prints of his brother, Jackson. Oh, how I would have loved to have both of their little prints there to see every day. I am such a Noni...little things like that stick to my ribs.

As I was cleaning the glass, I realized that it’s okay! More handprints will follow...and then it will be soda can’s, or gum wrappers. Before I know it, it will be car keys, 10 oz cans, golf balls and tee’s laying around as little good-bye’s that they were here visiting. So, it’s okay that these little prints aren’t on the glass after today; they are still etched in my heart. And I have so many more little good-byes to look forward to. I love you Jackson & Dane.