when I was a kid and my grandparents finally got around building a summerhouse, they let me jump into the wet concrete.
the imprint of my tiny feet is still there, and grandma has often mentioned, how they warm her heart every time she’s there in the summer.
now that my sis is moving away from homeland with her family.. i think their kid’s footprint, like the one in the photo, would be an awesome keepsake. and a reminder to ring them up on Skype more often:)
(pic via emmas designblogg, one of my fav interior design inspiration blogs)
