Sometimes I get so darn sentimental.
My oldest boy is moving up yet another shoe size.
I thought the image of the two boots would look cute. And as I crouched over them in my backyard, I was struck by the power of the image.
Time is moving on. New things will be old. Journeys will be travelled. New memories will be created. Life will be lived – no matter what.
And they’re just a couple of old boots.