In My Shoes

Last night I was making dinner when I looked over my shoulder and thought to myself, “Who is that little girl stomping through the kitchen in my shoes?”

I wasn’t so much questioning her identity as I was marveling at her very existence. In that moment, as I diced an onion for the horseradish pasta salad I was craving, the October air was abnormally warm in its gentle push through the windows, and the waning daylight was natural and calm. It wasn’t unlike other occasions over the past thirty years when I felt relaxed and unattached to time. The difference between last night and the rest of my life was the girl with tiny feet passing through my periphery in very, very big shoes.

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Note: Believe it or not, I will be participating in NaBloPoMo again this year. It stands for National Blog Posting Month and it entails publishing a new blog entry every day during November. I pulled it off last year and I plan to do it again this time around. Coming off roughly 3 months of non-posting, I realize that it's often feast or famine around here. But such is life.

Comments

  1. JeneOctober 23, 2007 at 5:51 PM

    love it. i want to see new pics! :-) miss you - can't wait to see you in Dec.!!! i need to get my tickets - will do soon.

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  2. jenOctober 23, 2007 at 7:16 PM

    anything that makes you post more is ok by me.

    horseradish salad?

    gross. dude.

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  3. Melinda ZookOctober 24, 2007 at 10:44 AM

    I love when my daughter does this. She always seems to pick my heels though and for her tiny size 4 feet, well, she is walking better than I do in them :)

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  4. ChrisOctober 26, 2007 at 9:40 AM

    Um, you do realize that you're NOT 30? Nice attempt to make yourself appear old and wise.

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  5. AmyNovember 1, 2007 at 1:13 AM

    omg! do you realize today is the day that I get to read your blog everyday for a whole month. Yep, 30 days of 24/7.

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  6. LisaNovember 1, 2007 at 4:35 AM

    I just found your blog. You are an incredible writer and I feel so connected to you.I feel as though we have one mind! I live in CT(Wolcott)in July and August.I live in Swtzerland the rest of the time.I have 7 kids. I shall be adding you to my favorites and looking forward to the"back-home" connection as well as the Mommy thing!

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