A stranger’s eyes see dirty fingerprints on the piano keys,
but I see two budding pianists happily giving an impromptu concert.
A stranger’s eyes see couch cushions that are all askew, but
I see the remains of a spaceship and a fort and a pirate ship built by a
giggling adventurer.
A stranger’s eyes see cracks in the hallway tile, but I see all
the times I’ve told the funny story about coming home to discover that our heavy
glass chandelier had committed suicide.
A stranger’s eyes see chipped paint from the recliner
scraping the wall, but I see my father-in-law sitting comfortably in his
favorite chair happily snuggling his grandchildren.
A stranger’s eyes see a messily stacked pile of clean
laundry on the stairs, but I see a small child struggling to fold some clothes
as Mama’s helper.
A stranger’s eyes see a few toys under the sofa, but I see a
child’s much-loved and much-missed treasures waiting to be discovered with
squeals of joy.
When a stranger is coming to visit, I try to erase a few of
those “imperfections.” But as for those I can’t or don't erase, hopefully by the end of
the visit that stranger will no longer be a stranger but a friend, who sees all
those imperfections - and their beauty - through my eyes.
That was such a nice blog.. and I am sure those marks you erased for the visit will once again reappear .. you just cant help it with kids. But I love how you put it... and i am sure your company will walk away as friend.!
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