You toddle over to me and reach your arms up. You don’t want anything in particular. Just to be held by me. To be near me.
I pick you up and plop you on my lap and when I look down I see your little feet resting against my legs.
Dimpled toes, arches still forming, ten extra-long digits just like my own.
I trace my fingers through your wisps of baby hair and wonder where these feet will take you one day. What will you see and who will you meet? What thresholds will you cross, mountains will you climb, dreams will you chase?
One day I will send you off into the world and you will stand on your own two feet. But, today? Today, I get to hold these tiny toes in my lap.
Great! Now I’m crying! 😭😭 such a sweet post for my morning! Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks for reading, Lisa! These kiddos sure pull at our hearts in ways we never knew possible ❤
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