My three older children went outside and discovered a flower pot full of rain water. In an instant I heard giggling and splashing and saw all three running to our back steps, making their own handprints. I watched as each of them left their mark on the concrete, and those wet handprints disappeared almost as soon as they turned to run back for more water.
How symbolic of this stage of splashes and hand-washing and giggles and piles of dirty laundry!
I’m taking pictures of the handprints so I will remember.