These tiny kicks have been at the bottom of our stairs for almost a week. Everytime I pass them going upstairs, I pause and think about how much I adore that little girl whose little feet fit inside those shoes. But instead of picking them up and putting them in her closet, I leave them there so that I can pass by them on my way back down.
1 comment:
where is the picture of the baby janes with one of her bows clipped on each strap? :)
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