Here at Chez Wheedleton, we park our shoes by the front door as soon as we come in. It's a habit we've always had. So shoes are always hanging out there: big shoes and little shoes belonging to grown-up feet and little-kid feet. But one day this summer, the line-up caught my eye.
Here's what I saw:
And here's what pulled at my heart when I saw it:
One pair of those shoes belongs to Handsome Boy, and one pair belongs to Lovely Girl. The rest are mine.
But you can't really tell whose are whose.