Whose toes are those?

First of all, thank you to my newest follower, Natalie, for introducing me to Mama Kat's writing workshop. I've decided to give it a whirl. Please don't expect too much!

Here goes:

They are big, ugly and usually cold. Sometimes I decorate them and sometimes they are hidden away for months at a time. Once in a while I forget that they have been decorated and when I finally DO remember, the tops have begun to break and the paint has chipped away. Occasionally I decide to really spoil them and they get a special treatment that includes a total makeover. There have been a few times when I have really abused them by not letting them rest for hours on end.

They've seen me naked and in my swimsuit. They were with me when I learned to ride a bike. They came along for the ride when I learned how to drive. They were with me when I moved away from home. They were there when I got my heart broken the first time. And the second time. And every time after that. They took some abuse in my early twenties when looking good was the only thing I was concerned about (even at their expense). They are present in some of the best photos from my wedding. I guess you could say they've been with me every step of the way.

On a warm Wednesday afternoon last July, after weeks and weeks of waiting, I decorated them with pink and blue paint and we eagerly awaited our new arrival. We must have walked up and down that long hospital corridor over a hundred times while we were waiting. When our gift finally appeared, I did a quick count - he has ten little toes. They are tiny, beautiful and they look just like mine.

This is supposed to be about my feet, but I just can't seem to get past my toes.....

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