Sullivan’s Feet

I have a confession to make. I have an emotional and sentimental reaction to the sight of my sons feet! I can not explain this reaction fully other than to say that from the moment he entered this world I have marveled at the sight of them. It has always been the sight of his feet that overwhelms me with the miracle of his creation…..the beauty and wonder of his form, structure, and unique nature. His FEET….not his eyes or face or head or body or personality but His feet. It’s a curious thing I admit but I can not count the times that I see his feet and tear up with the very thought that Damon and I made this perfectly wonderful human being. I told Damon the other night that I want to make a sculpture one day of ALL of Sullivan’s shoes. A time line of his life with his shoes.
So here is one of many photographs that I have taken of my little boys feet. Reading a book with Daddy before Night Night. A favorite feet time for me as he and Daddy always curl up on the big chair and read stories and Sullivan insists that I sit in the other chair and listen along and the other chair always provides me with a perfect sight of his little feet sitting and listening to his Daddy read. I think when I am old and Sullivan is gone off in the world and away from our home I will most remember sitting and listening to his Daddy read him bedtime stories and remember this very image of the feet from underneath the book.