Heart prints

There are tiny handprints stamped and smeared over the glass doors that lead to the balcony, but they may as well be printed on my heart. Each time I look up past my computer screen towards the view, I see their unspeakable sweetness. This littlest gift in her chubby, dimpled, happy approach makes the rest of us go weak at the knees.

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