I saw Scott's perfect little hand print on the window this morning while pouring cereal for the kids and my first instinct was, "arg, I just cleaned that window yesterday!", and the OCD in me wanted to immediately wash the window. (Two years ago I would wash fingerprints off windows and mirrors, and vacuum floors every single day.) But then I paused, and felt nudged to take a picture of that perfect, little, sweet, hand print. I want Scott to stay 4 forever. :( My phone camera wouldn't capture the hand print so I decided we would recreate it using finger paint this evening.
I praise God for the help He has given me. I am thankful for the power of prayer, for doctors, for medication, for my walker, for the transparency of friends and other women, and for sweet-little-4 year old boy- hand prints on windows. What transformation, freedom, and joy those handprints brought me today.