Blast From The Crazy Past: Those Feet

Welcome to memories...my memories....welcome to a Blast from my Crazy Past!

I love these feet....

See those feet? I miss them.

Those feet spent years at my home...they were part of my family. 

They were in family pictures. 

The owner of those feet cried with me.

And laughed with me.

Those feet loved super hero socks and slip on shoes.

When those feet were tiny, I put them in booties and sleepers.

The owner of those feet asked to call me "mom".

I walked those feet into school and stayed with them because they were scared.

Those feet liked to be snuggled.

They liked to be held.

The owner of those feet could say the sweetest things...

Or cut open your heart with cruelty that came from a broken heart.

Those feet had known neglect.

And heartache.

And sorrow.

Those feet loved to sing Jesus Loves Me.

Those feet loved to go to church.

I miss those feet.

Someday I hope I can tell the owner of those feet 

How much I loved him.

Because just for a moment in time...

Those feet were mine.