I've put away bins full of Miley's past belongings. All perfectly preserved in plastic tucked away in closets and the garage. You wouldn't even know that anyone had used them before. Baby stuff lives forever, but now, now we are entering new territory. . .
Mie has finally worn something out. These shoes. They have been the fave pair and are irreplaceable. I've tried, but nothing fits as perfectly, or easily. They cause no blisters or sores. They are the ones she grabs. These are her shoes, and as you can tell upon inspection that she plays hard in them. They are slightly dyed red from the dirt, rubbed raw from the rocks, snagged in places by sticks, and fraying and splitting from much use.
I guess I should be pleased that we're finally getting our money's worth out of something. . . and yet all I can summon is a slight anxiety of being without them when she grows a second more.
And then sadness too. I've never had to throw anything away yet. It kind of makes me sad. Is that weird? Well who asked you anyway? ;)
We are clinging desperately to these shoes for now. I guess it is a blessing that sandal weather is fast approaching. I wonder if Miley will be as sad to lose them as I am? Stupid attachments to inanimate objects. ;) Every time I think I'm beyond silly sentimentality. . . a pair of pink shoes come into our life.
