The most touching thing I’ve read all week
I just came across this story online and it genuinely stopped me in my tracks. A parent wrote about how, when they moved into their forever home, their kids were just 2 and 4. In the backyard, there’s a simple white brick wall. One day, on a whim, they got the kids to stand against it and traced their silhouettes in pencil — then filled them in with outdoor paint.
It looked so sweet, they decided to do it again the next year. In a new color.
And then the year after that.
And the next.
Every single year, as the kids grew.
Eventually the figures grew taller, until they were pretty much adult-sized. They even added the family cat when it joined them. The wall became a time capsule — a physical memory of love, growth, and presence.
Now the kids have moved out. But that wall still holds all the years they lived together, painted in layers of time and color. The parent says they’re so attached to those painted silhouettes that it’s hard to ever imagine leaving the house.
Same. I don’t even live there and I feel attached.
Sometimes the smallest traditions turn into the most meaningful legacies. ❤️
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