Size 12

 

My little boy is 5 years old now and he wears a size 12. I won't say it...oh I can't help myself...where does the time go?! In search of inspiration for my feet blog here, I dug up these old photos. This was from his first trip to the beach.

 

His feet will take me to places that I would have never even thought to go. I am already so proud of the little person he is. I can only imagine where his little footsteps will lead him.

 

He just loved playing with the sand that day. I remember I put him down and he was just in heaven. There was no look of confusion about the new sensations he was encountering, just this sense of surprise that I had only just then taken him there.

Fast forward to this past summer. We had a sports day with some friends. We all played kick ball and it was loads of fun. The adults and the little ones all playing together. There was some real competition going on. Colten often takes pictures when he gets a hold of my phone. Sometimes he even posts them to Facebook or Instagram without my knowledge. I love this photo that he took of his red dirt covered shoes. This was a good day and I think this picture about sums it up.

Dad

To give credit where credit is due...a few months back I had the opportunity to spend a special weekend with my dad and my older sister. Just the three of us. That accounts for exactly half of the members of our family. Of course, that doesn't include the new additions. My parents' legacy now includes three son's in-law and six grandkids. Growing up as one of four kids is a special and frustrating thing. So, it is equally as nice for all of us to be together as it is to spend special one on one (or two) time together.

So, on this weekend not so long ago, the three of us enjoyed time together on Bellaire Beach, just south of Tampa, FL. I think the time we spent together there will always be with me. We enjoyed ocean views, wind off the water, sun and sand, beach excursions for shells and spectacular sunsets. We recounted our favorite family memories and learned new things about one another. We spent one night lying on our backs on the beach looking up at the stars, just talking about whatever came to our minds.

It was on this trip that I realized that randomly taking pictures of my feet was a thing. I have since looked back at my collection of photos and found that this was deffinitely a common thread, which is something I apparently share with my dad as well. Because, during this weekend, my dad mentioned the idea of making a blog out of foot pictures basically. So, here it is. There is something poetic to me about chronicling my feet and the steps they have taken, as well as the places that I have been able rest them.

 

 

 

 

Like father like daughter.