This moment

I’m not a crafty person but I can’t resist the baby footprint thing, especially when Joe’s babysitter gave us a little kit for Bobbie. It was a rush job, but we got her done. Now whenever I look at these feets, I will remember sitting on the floor with my girl, needing to pee and work and make dinner and work out and sleep and see if she wants to nap, or eat, or not? But choosing instead to take a few minutes to press my daughter’s feet into soft clay. When she moves away to college, they’ll stay with me.

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