Writing on the Wall

There is a song I love by Mark Harris called Writing on the Wall. This is the first part of the song:

I came home from work

She was waiting at the door

Had that bad day look in her eye

Then I heard the sound of little feet across the hardwood floor

And I knelt down with my arms open wide

When I asked her what had happened

She pointed to our son

And said why don't you show your daddy

What you've done

And I could see the writing on the wall

The evidence of little hands

Picasso with a purple crayon

I tried to act upset but I was smiling through it all

I could see the writing on the wall

I think being at home all day with the kids makes me a little less tolerant of the every day childish things our children do simply because they are children. Last night at dinner Danielle did something for the umpteenth time that I found annoying. But when I looked up to see Ron smiling, I was suddenly reminded that she will be 4 for such a short time, and these minor annoyances are really little treasures that will all too soon be forgotten.

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