It is hard to name a favorite physical characteristic about your babies, but I must say, I love love love the feet of my little ones. They are so tiny and so soft when they are born. Their toes alone seem to tell the whole miracle of a baby’s creation with their impossibly small perfectness. I’ve been sad that the weather has been too cold to let Penny’s little feet go uncovered for the past few months. I miss her tiny bare feet and take every opportunity to remove her little socks so I can kiss, rub, and remove the lint from between her toes.
I love when they get a little older and their chubbiness grows a little quicker than the length of any appendage so they go through a spell of having thick little loaves of bread for feet. I have moments of confusion when they first begin crawling where I wonder how it is that the tops of these chubby and thick feet have gotten so dirty and scuffed.
The other day we were kneeling for family prayer. Mike said, “How about the girl with the most colorful nails gives the prayer.” We all looked at Goldie who had each and every nail on her fingers and toes painted a different color, but she just looked back at us as if certainly someone else must be the most colorful.