You’re probably wondering why I’m showing you this photo of my bedroom. It’s not because I claim to have any knack for interior decorating. And it’s not because I’m proud that I succeeded in making the bed this morning (I do, in fact, make it most mornings. Although I did smooth the duvet cover prior to taking this picture…). I’m showing you this photo because it makes me happy.
Why?
Look very closely.
You’re viewing the bedroom as a reflection in the mirror. See the little smudge highlighted against the dark wood of the headboard? Here, I’ll zoom in a little for you.
That’s not a smudge on my camera lens. It’s a tiny little handprint on the mirror from sometime in the last who-knows-when that Jim held up one of the girls to look in the mirror. I love that little moment in time captured right there for me to see every day when I walk past the mirror (okay, I only noticed it today, but it’s made me very happy today!). How long will their hands be so small, so delicate, so…sticky?
One woman’s cleaning mishap is another woman’s memento. Take your pick. As for me, I think I’ll put off the Windex-ing until next week.
I love reading your blog. Thank you for sharing. I can’t tell you how many times I wish I could do it all over again…slower this time so I could enjoy every thing/moment as you do.
L, Annemarie
Thanks so much, Annemarie – you’re so sweet! I appreciate your encouragement to savor every moment. I need those reminders now and again, because the time indeed slips away so quickly. I can only pray that my girls grow up to be kind, wonderful, Godly adults like yours!