footprints

I've heard the phrase "leaving footprints on my heart" many times before, never really grasping the meaning of it, until now. 107 days ago today, my dearest friend came to me in my depths of despair, in my moment of need. He reached for my hand, but captured my wounded heart instead. He took it upon himself to listen to my endless woe, my late night rambles, to listen and to understand. I marvel in awe at the strength of his special soul. He mended my heart, one stitch at a time, leaving behind footprints of loving tenderness. He continues to cherish me, lift me up, and love me, adding to the footprints upon my heart.
Footprints show us where we've been, what we've conquered, and who carried us in our need. Yes, there are footprints on the moon and there are footprints in the sand, but the footprints on the heart leave the most lasting impression.