two years ago, i purchased a tiny pair of converse for my sweet baby lane. his first pair of big boy shoes. the stitching ran uninterrupted on the bright red canvas. the white laces shined bright. there wasn't a scuff to be found any where on his size five sneakers.
those one stars logged some miles on my little lane's feet.
and when those tiny feet grew an inch or so bigger, i washed the red converse one last time and packed them away with intentions of saving them for memory's sake and hopes that they would one day find their way to another little boy's feet.
two years later, and my boy has never been without a pair of red converse for his always growing feet.
last month, i pulled a box from storage and found a pair of perfectly worn red shoes for the little boy of my hopes. the stitching runs loosely on the faded red canvas. the shoelaces are worn. and the size five sneakers are full of scuffs.
those one stars are logging even more miles on my little evan's feet.
all of the boys' shoes lined up on the back porch to dry.
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