A door in our house have deep grooves which mar the wood. Sometimes, I run my fingers over them. I have painted them, but I leave the grooves, the imperfection of it.
They are a signature: "Juno was here". They are the claw marks of a Great Dane that was telling her owners "let me out!" I despaired when first I saw them marking the expensive door. Now, I'd gouge the whole door to have her back.
Similarly, my laminate flooring is marked with oil paint. Specks of it lie about under Anna's easel. I remarked on this to Anna's art teacher. She laughed. "Anna is one of the messiest painters I teach." Above is the table on which she puts her palette and brushes while painting. Someday, she'll take her easel, paintbox and this table and go. I will still have the paint on the floor. I think I'll leave it.
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I love all that. Great post!
A wise post!
Aloha, my friend-
I know what you mean. We have a mission oak rocking chair---very old---real mission oak. One of it's rungs has very prominent chew marks. It started when BD (Black Dog) was a puppy. I was dismayed when I say the chair. BD died of cancer several years ago, and every time I see the chair, I smile.
(Teary eyed)
I will never forget the day that Crisann as a toddler put her hand print on my mother-in-law's newly cleaned mirror. I immediately went searching for the cleaner to wash it off. My father-in-law said, "Don't you dare wash that off! I like it!"
Thanks for the post.
Pretty poignant, JM...
Ah crap, thanks a lot junosmom, now this is the 5th time I've cried since arriving at work today (although the only time not related to work crap).
That part about Juno made me smile & cry. I've got those same claw marks by our front door from one of her visits to our house. When I'm not in a rush to get out the door, I see them and remember her & Smokey and their good times together.(**sniff** more tears)
The hormones really are in over-drive today.
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