Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
But not only did he have his BabyGirl’s footprints to bless his heart, he also had her handprints – on the refrigerator door, on the walls in the hallway, around every light switch and everywhere else that her little fingers touched. But he never wiped those little handprints of hers away. Because his little girl heeded the advice she once heard him say:
If you walk in the footprints of others, you won’t make any of your own.
And not only was she determined to make her own prints, she was determined to make them unlike any others.
So when he got home from work and saw his little BabyGirl putting her finger paint to good use on the kitchen floor, he smiled as he sat there and watched her being who she was … the little girl who left her mark no matter where she went and who made her presence known with the meaning of her handprints.
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