my lovelies always want us to tell them stories about when they were "little."
we have a few gems that no matter how often we tell, they listen as if it is their first time.
they laugh hard. interrogate us like they weren't there. and query what we were thinking at the time.
over the weekend, the lovelies started a few paint projects. and true to course, they were covered in color. as i was trying to control/quarantine the spaces affected, one lovely started to tell me a story.
remember that time we were painting the boards?
[her reference to canvas.]
you were on the phone and came over, painted my hands, and then put them on the board.
remember?
we made a BIG mess. but you just painted my hands and helped me make my handprints.
i remember it.
we still have the canvas, but all i recall is the finished product. not its making.
so.
it was delightful to hear her share a curated moment with us.
and, how out of the million little things i do good or bad every day, it is one that made her final cut.
my heart is full.
xo
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