It makes me laugh when people say, “Your house must be like walking into a gallery/photo exhibit/shrine to your son!” You might think that, but we only have three pictures hanging in our house, and two of those were only hung up in the last 6 months. Two are pictures of our son, and one is a picture I took of his feet when he was a little baby (about 6 weeks old). It is hanging on the wall in our bedroom, 11×14″, so it’s pretty much the first thing I see when I get up in the morning.
I used to say I wished I could eat his feet like an ice cream cone. When he was tiny, I put his feet in my mouth on a regular basis. Anyone who knows me well will know why that’s a big deal… I hate feet. It used to be almost phobic. I almost cried once when a friend used his toes to dial a phone (he did it just to bother me). Seriously, feet are pretty yucky.
However, motherhood changes a lot of things. This is Nate (age almost 2 1/2) and daddy from this morning, and I treasure it.
