My obsession with baby feet started long before the boys were born… I remember reading DH Lawrence’s Baby Running Barefoot in a first year poetry class in University and agreeing wholeheartedly with his obsession over white puffs in the grass; I’d already discovered my attraction to the sweet little niblets and soft puffs of baby feet that I had encountered in public by then, and was pleased with the poet who so obviously shared my appreciation for this special gift small humans had to offer.
Imagine my delight when I was blessed with twins – TWICE the baby feet to enjoy! And of course, as they outgrew the baby stage, the feet continued to enchant me… toddler toes sticking out from under the blankets, little kid feet pounding the pavement as the boys trundled up and down the sidewalk outside our house with their push toys…
I wondered at what point cute little feet turned into big ugly feet.
This morning I wandered into the boys’ bedroom and discovered Alex’s feet sticking out from under his covers. I was overcome with the magic of the moment, and had to grab my camera.
Admittedly, I may a little biased about these feet in particular. But it’s still nice to know that at nearly 8 years old, these little feet still do it for me!
Imagine my delight when I was blessed with twins – TWICE the baby feet to enjoy! And of course, as they outgrew the baby stage, the feet continued to enchant me… toddler toes sticking out from under the blankets, little kid feet pounding the pavement as the boys trundled up and down the sidewalk outside our house with their push toys…
I wondered at what point cute little feet turned into big ugly feet.
This morning I wandered into the boys’ bedroom and discovered Alex’s feet sticking out from under his covers. I was overcome with the magic of the moment, and had to grab my camera.
Admittedly, I may a little biased about these feet in particular. But it’s still nice to know that at nearly 8 years old, these little feet still do it for me!
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