Dirty hands

This morning, as I was attempting to use my Magic eraser to eradicate the tire marks on our walls  (a toy tire for the dogs has been tossed down the hall way too many times), I noticed some unique smudges and marks that I couldn't wipe away 

They made me smile remembering the little fingers that pressed upon the wall as se walked out the door, or those slight little hands that pressed and passed time as their owner stood in time out... 

I think I'll leave them up for a bit longer as my own kids hand and fingerprints have long disappeared from my walls and windows.  They are making their own handprints in life now, and it makes me smile remembering.