It's our backdoor. The door that used to have a "Los Primos" sign on it. The door that we slid open and closed a bajillion times during our family reunion. The door that kept the heat and noise and spilled food on the outside and coolness, other noise, and more food on the inside. The door that until a few minutes ago had fingerprints on both sides. Lots and lots and lots of fingerprints. Tiny and not so tiny fingerprints. YOUR fingerprints.
Grandpa has been hinting for the past week that we needed to clean the door , so I decided that I would surprise him and do it this morning. I got out my Windex and sprayed, and after just a few wipes with a rag I began to miss those fingerprints. I wished I had taken a picture of them before they began to disappear.
Those fingerprints remind me of how wonderful it was to have ALL 10 of our children and ALL 15.3 of our grandchildren HERE. In our home. With us. Those fingerprints represented so many moments of joy. I loved those fingerprints and I miss them, but not as much as I miss each of you. Our times together aren't nearly as often as Grandpa and I would like. And yet, they occur more often than they might have if we still lived even further apart.
So this morning, as I wiped them away, I thanked Heavenly Father for having a family who love to be together and who make the sacrifices necessary to be together from time to time. I thanked Him for the love we share and for His restored gospel that binds us and guides us. I asked Him to help us become better each day and work together to become an eternal family, together FOREVER.
I look forward to having you return again and again, knowing that those fingerprints will once again decorate our door.
I love you!
Grandma
