Hands and Feet

I Love baby feet and hands. Actually, hands are my favorite. I love the little chubby ones. My babies' feet are getting so big---not many toes left in the house that like me to smell them, nibble on them, or play that piggy/roast beef game. When tragedy seems overwhelming, it helps me to do something simple like take stock in what makes me the happiest and remember how much I am blessed. I am blessed by feet, in many sizes, in many shapes, actually, in several different colors. How truly blessed I am!