Too bad the mom doesn't love the cracked, blistered, bleeding feet that come with them.
None of my children are, thankfully, obsessed with clothing or their appearance. But Kaitlyn loved those boots.
And I'm posting about it, not because I think anyone cares, but because I want US to remember the summer of the boots.
Little ones grow so fast, and sometimes the littlest things make for the best memories. That's part of why I love having a blog!
So I'm blogging about Kaitlyn and her boots today. I'll miss the sound of her clunking around, and the look of shorts + a tanktop + rainboots, and the beaming-with-pride she did when she wore those things.
Goodbye for now, boots.
We'll see you, and some socks, in a few months!