Smudged
It’s been a few days.
I really should just take some Windex and wipe them away but, I’d rather they stay.
At least for a couple more twenty-four hours.
I like them.
They remind me of blissfulness, of simpleness, of sincerity.
The smudges are Grandsons’, planted on my backdoor window as they would temporarily pause their busyness to take a look at a train, a bunny, a squirrel or that big ol’ bald tree.
High five hand prints and beautiful, I’m just so darn happy to be here nose rub kisses are what was left behind
&
I LOVE IT.
YaY Meeeeeeee !
YaY Life !
YaY Everything !
YAY. EVERYTHING.
Oh, to be that happy
& if we could ALL be THAT genuine ??
WoW.
WoW Weeeeee.
Do me a favor.
Try to see our world as a child sees our world.
Dance because you can.
Sing because you’re feeling the tune.
Giggle because you’re full of glee.
Belly laugh because it’s belly laughing funny.
High five your awesome self
&
Don’t you dare forget those nose rub kisses.
LOVE that you are here, now because you are HERE. NOW.
&
Enjoy.
! ! ! ! !
.
Yep.
I believe those delightful, little keepsakes shall remain for a few more todays.
YaY.
