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Footprints on our hearts

A comment that was left for me as well as an email I received recently have inspired these thoughts…

I used to have a bookmark that I kept for years. On it read these words: ‘Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same.’

Why is it that some people leave footprints and others don’t make even a dent? Why is it that some people can make such an impact that, years after, just the sound of their name can make your breath get caught in your throat and your heart skip a beat?

Love is a strange thing. It can be just as wonderful as it can be painful, but one thing remains the same – it changes us. For good or bad - it changes us. I may love my husband with all of my heart, but I don’t want to ever forget or regret the other loves I’ve had in my life. I want to always remember the lessons I learned from them. I want to someday when my child has their heart broken for the first time, to take out pictures and letters from my past and show them that it’s okay – the pain will one day fade. And if they’re lucky, one day the pain will become cherished memories - keepsakes in our hearts and let them know that it’s possible to have more than one great love in life. We should welcome the footprints that are left on our hearts and cherish them. It is part of what makes life beautiful and in my mind, it’s what life is really about.

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