Since this spring, the only shoes the little man owns have been these rain boots. Not really. They are just the only ones he has chosen to wear. They’ve been the talk of playgroups, grocery store trips, and doctor’s appointments. I have always allowed him to wear them. We have far bigger daily battles than what shoes he wants to wear. To my surprise, 98% of strangers simply smiled or complimented him on his footwear choices.
As I sat outside mourning summer’s passing yesterday, I realized that the wearing of the red boots is probably coming to an end, too. They grow so quickly and he’s becoming so independent. The thought nearly brought a tear to my eye. So, I sent the photo off for printing and framing this morning. The red boots are a memory I will always cherish.