When Tiny turned one, we commemorated the day at a paint your own pottery studio, brushing her baby hands with paint and pressing them onto coffee mugs.
Three and a half years later, that baby handprint mug is still the first one I reach for, and I'm always a little disappointed when it's in the dishwasher. Every time I use it I press my hand against her pink handprint, marveling at how small her hands were. I can't bear the thought of that little blue mug breaking, but I love using it too much to hide it away. It's a sweet reminder of the baby girl who's now Tiny in name only, and it's a nice reminder that the good stuff is worth enjoying everyday.
Last Friday, we painted Peanut's just-turned-one hands and pressed them onto a new set of mugs. Now I have two favorite cups to reach for every morning, and two little hands captured in ceramic.