In the past two hours, I've rescued wayward cheese fishies hiding in the cracks of my leather sofa. I've mopped driblets of apple juice forming a path from the kitchen to the dining room.I've stripped the beds and thrown dirty towels in the washer. I've readied the highchair to pack back in the spare bedroom closet--the same closet that once housed my daughter's color coordinated tank tops and flip flops. But I can't yet wipe the nose prints on my window and the tiny fingerprints on my glasss-topped coffee table.
After ten days, my grandson has left more than his mark on my patio door--he's left another permanent dent in my heart.
It's hard saying goodbye to family when you don't know for sure when the next time you will squeeze each other in a group hug. It's hard returning to an empty house after watching the people you love most file through the check-in lines at the airport on their way to the other side of the country.
My husband and I promised each other we wouldn't cry in front of them and we kept our word until we spied our car in the parking garage.
Of course, we played the same game-- the same one we play every year after a visit. What if we had never moved to Florida? What if we had stayed in PA? Maybe she would be living in the same town with us. Maybe...maybe...
But then I might not have the tiny body named Gavyn to love who gifted me each morning with a cuddle on my lap and a smile from a game of peek-a-boo.
God has a plan for my life and part of that plan includes the hellos and goodbyes to special people in my life. He has another plan for me too and that is to write.
Maybe I need these kind of memories to prompt my fingers to the keyboard.
I had a great visit but I've also missed my blogger friends and reading about your onward push with writing. I can't wait to get around to each of you to catch up!
Hope all your smudges in life turn into sweet memories like mine do.