*sniff*
We just bought our oldest son a pair tennis shoes that fit ME. They fit me. Me. My feet. All I can see are those itty bitty toes I kissed those very early weeks and months. Long before they started stinking like a water treatment plant.
My boy’s feet are becoming a man’s. I knew it would happen. But. It still hurts my feelings. Grace in your journey, Private One. Grace for the road those men’s feet will travel.
