My grandma loved her toes painted too. When she was battling cancer and even when her battle was near the end I would go over and paint her toes. I think she got that same little leap in her heart knowing that her toes were cute and sparkly even if she herself did not feel the same.
Last night my sister invited me for a pedicure and as I sit here finishing my report cards I keep looking at my pretty orange toes and smiling!
It is the simple pleasures that can bring us joy. I think it's finding beauty in the ordinary that also helps us find some balance too.
ReplyDeleteI have the same need for painted tootsies and I am passing it on to Addie! She had to take her socks off the second my sister arrived today so she could show her the little flower on her biggest "tootsie toe."
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