Tuesday, June 19, 2012
For this summer at least, he'll delight in the grass tickling his heels and the breeze airing his toes. I'll revel in having a baby young enough to go without shoes. I will admire and kiss those sweet little baby feet, no matter how dirty they get. By next summer, Lord willing, things will have surely changed. Mason will need some sturdy shoes then, to outrun his mama.