Thursday, April 15, 2010
There's just something about a pair of Daddy's work boots that makes a kid want to try them on. Each of our three kids have gone through the phase. Like a moth to a flame, they're drawn to the leather. First they stick their noses in the top to smell that lovely cowhide. No matter how old a good pair of boots get, they'll always smell like a broke-in saddle. Next, our kids balance themselves against a wall to slip their tiny little toes into the enormous openings. At first they're in awe of the hugeness of Daddy, and can't possibly fathom the day when they'll ever be big enough to fill his shoes. Then they grin from ear to ear as they take wobbly steps to try to dance with them on in the kitchen. After a spin around the yard, or a game of Cowboys and Indians, they'll retire the boots next to the door, where they sit waiting for the next adventure.