Love letter: Dear feet
Watch your step.
I think about that for you because I see you racing each other shouting, “me first, no me first!”
And if feels odd to be here; like getting to this moment was suddenly upon me.
It’s funny how life passes. And I understand. Sometimes life forces you to race even when you don’t want to.
So I want you to know that you are good and safe and sound with me, and you can stop and see where you stand.
And if you stop in the moment, you’ll see that life is so good that I don’t think you’ll be touching the ground.