When Oldest was in kindergarten, the students made a Mother’s Day present that included their handprints and part of a little one’s poem. I still have those handprints framed and hanging on the wall that leads up to our bedroom. It was a special reminder today of pudgy loving hands, warm hugs, and bedtime stories that never seemed to end. Cuddling up with my memories.
|Roses from Hubby|
“He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children.” Psalm 113:9 NIV
My dearest friend has two handprint poems just like this one with her boys love engraved on them. We’ve been friends since Oldest and her son were in kindergarten. Happy Mother’s day to you, Julie. Remembering those childhood days with fondness and love.