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	<title>Comments on: It means she was there</title>
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	<description>by Chicken Soup for the Soul contributor Maria Rodgers O&#039;Rourke</description>
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		<title>By: Maria Kight</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maria Kight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 18:31:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Years ago, my mud splattered son came to the back door. He had stomped, jumped, frolicked in every mud puddle our yard offered. Filthy from head to toe and dripping wet with muck I didn&#039;t know where to begin. I grabbed a towel and asked my husband to start a hot bath. Michael looked at me with his innocent blue eyes and said &quot;But mommy I don&#039;t need a bath&quot;. It was so cute. We stripped him down. While stepping into the tub, unbeknownst to me, a muddy hand print was planted on the wall. I didn&#039;t see it until later. There was something so precious about that little muddy print. I left it. Over time it has faded. If you know just where to look you might see it. That is my reminder that our son was there...(and if you look around the rest of the house, he&#039;s been everywhere!!!!):-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Years ago, my mud splattered son came to the back door. He had stomped, jumped, frolicked in every mud puddle our yard offered. Filthy from head to toe and dripping wet with muck I didn&#8217;t know where to begin. I grabbed a towel and asked my husband to start a hot bath. Michael looked at me with his innocent blue eyes and said &#8220;But mommy I don&#8217;t need a bath&#8221;. It was so cute. We stripped him down. While stepping into the tub, unbeknownst to me, a muddy hand print was planted on the wall. I didn&#8217;t see it until later. There was something so precious about that little muddy print. I left it. Over time it has faded. If you know just where to look you might see it. That is my reminder that our son was there&#8230;(and if you look around the rest of the house, he&#8217;s been everywhere!!!!):-)</p>
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		<title>By: Carol Oldendorf</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carol Oldendorf</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 16:37:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very powerful!  Thank you for that reminder.  Carol</description>
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