Shoes

I was filled with gratitude today as I walked into my closet to find Michael's little Sunday shoes sitting there.  At first I walked past them to grab my own slippers but stopped and went back just to look at them.  I couldn't help but smile.  This little pair of shoes came from cousin Dallas as has 90% of everything my boys have all worn.  These little black shoes have made their way down the line through all four of the boys and I just simply love them.  I feel so blessed to have had the last 9 years, nearly a decade, of nurturing the little men in my life.  Each one so completely unique.  They all have worn the same pair of shoes but not one of them have walked the same path.  I have learned and grown from each one of them and the road they have trodden.  It is humbling to realize I am beginning to have moments of motherhood when I pause and look back on what has been and not always reflect on what still lies ahead.  I wonder if I will have another that will wear these shoes or if I am beginning the end of a beautiful era in my life.  Life passes so sweetly.  There is so much tenderness, and joy along the way. I am just so filled with gratitude for memories.