I saw him wearing new sneakers the other day, and I wondered if he was done with these...or maybe he just needed a change. I had promised to let him wear these as long as he wanted...the new pair could wait until he was ready.
The look on his face when I had suggested the new told me how attached he was to these. Torn and worn by the miles he has traveled. Covered in the red dirt of Africa. I can relate.
I decide not to make a big deal of the switch, and just let it simmer in my heart. I love the ways he has held tightly to the experience and I have a feeling I haven't seen the last of those trampled laces.
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3 comments :
You need to frame those in a shadowbox.
So fabulous….if those sneakers could talk….
Such memories those feet must have made...
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