Thursday, April 28, 2011

a tale of bare feet and squishy, icky mud...

My younger daughter always has bare feet, always, unless shoes are required to get in - like school and stores. She never liked shoes, even as a small child. If she has to wear shoes for some reason, any old shoe will not do, they have to be super fabulous - colorful or sparkly - they really have to be worth wearing and the minute she can take them off, they're off.

Mark has been working on a landscaping project in our yard and he had the dirt all smoothed out and ready for grass seed, when the rains came and when it cleared up, I noticed some large footprints in the mud - bare footprints. Now who would walk through the mud like that? The squishy, icky mud. Erica just smiled and said, "Yeah, it was me, that mud just looked so good, I couldn't help it." And yes, those are her feet above - even butterflies love her feet. Here's a little quote for her. My little nature girl.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

-Kahlil Gibran-

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