It rained, at my parents home - where I grew up in Indiana. After the rain, the sun dried up any water on the ground.

We found these little footprints which looks wet still but is completely dried and has been there ever since (about a month or so ago).

I know they weren’t there growing up before, I know because mom would have us pull out the grass that would grow between the cracks.

I know it is my little Gabriel. It’s such a bittersweet finding. He was so close to me yet too far for me to hug him.

I’ve kept so many little and big signs from him, just wanting to hold on to him. It is time to share his grace with the world. He exists and will live on.