Sometimes life is just plain good.
In this photo, I was two years old, with my brand-new baby brother, and on my daddy’s lap. Mom was smiling at me while she took the picture, and I knew I was loved.
This is one of my favorite pictures of the three of us. I’ve always loved the smile on Dad’s face and the tiny one in the blanket was and is one of my very people.
I didn’t really notice me until my husband enlarged the picture. He was fascinated by the little girl.
So much of me is revealed in the little things: Daddy holding my hand away from the baby, I could barely stand to let anyone else hold. My slippers are fake leopard fur; my robe is chenille, and on the table beside us are my fancy shoes.
Given a chance, I’d wear them all day and in bed. I loved the way dress shoes were shiny, had little heels, and sometimes a bit of decoration across the toes. When Mom put my robe on me, and let me wear my fancy shoes, I was transformed into a princess in a flowing gown with elegant slippers of black glass on my feet. With the right dress, those same shoes could be those of a famous tap-dancer or the glamorous heels of a movie star.
If I was going to wear slippers, they had to be fancy too.
Oh my goodness – it was all about the shoes.