Baby feet are adorable. They are chubby and wrinkly. They’re spontaneous. Adventurous. Never stinky.
A year ago these feet were kicking within me, now they are paddling around my house in a zombie fashion with the sound of pitter-patter and baby jabber. We spend our time tickling them and playing this-little-piggy.
I’m thankful that simply my kids have feet. I’m thankful they are a reminder of how small they used to be– and where their feet will take them someday.