Title caught your eye?? Now let's all scrape down to the bare and admit something here: feet are kinda special. Photographers take black & white pics of them, ladies pedi & paint 'em up, Jesus went out of his way to wash 'em so there has to be something rather magic about those digits ya just don't find on the rest of a person.
My theory has something to do with the "early morning rumpled" look. There's a little bit of a soft spot in my quirky heart that goes a tad ga-ga when Matt strolls about in the morn in just his jeans...and sometimes a t-shirt. But no socks. It's right before he wraps himself up in steel & iron for the rest of the world and is a lil bonus reserved especially for the gal who made some crazy promise for "as long as you both shall live." All our disheavled, easy, sunshiney golden happy moments in simpistic form:)
Maybe it's because everyone else gets the package doo-daded up & shalacked, that a few minutes naked toes on my kids and my husband seems like such a treat. Who doesn't think little kid feet are about the cutest thing? Who didn't nibble their babies toes? And though you may never feel "warm & fuzzy" when your man walks about minus footwear, perhaps the vulnerability of naked tootsies will at least make you smile:) ...
Currently wearing socks because the floor is stinkin' cold~ Genna
