Washing windows is a full time job around here. I will wash them and not even 10 minutes later they look like the above photos. Do you see those little prints? Usually I let myself get frustrated about it-but then I came across this little poem and it made me stop and think.....My Hand:
This is my hand,
My hand will do a thousand loving things with you,
and you will remember when I am tall-
that once my hand was just this small!
So here's a handprint just so you can recall,
exactly how my fingers looked
when I was very small!
How quickly they grow! So, I have to stop and remind myself that all too soon there will be NO little handprints for me to wipe off! I need to cherish them instead of resent them.
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