When my beautiful little daughter was born one of the first things I did was look at her feet. For me there is something just so adorable about little baby feet and their incredibly tiny toes. Mr E always says that if you look at her smallest toe, can you actually imagine the size of the bone, and when you think about it, it is incredible how small but perfectly formed they are.
Now Mads is twelve months my husband calls them little sausage toes- because indeed that is like what they are- tiny little sausages.
However for all the marvelling at these gorgeous little feet, it is also the poignancy of them as well.
These little feet are going to one day (very soon I hope) take their first steps alone.
These little feet are going to stand on their tippi toes to reach things that they are not allowed too.
These little feet are going to jump and play and find magical adventures, and splash in puddles in the rain.
These little feet may someday run because they are frightened or scared, but these little feet always know they can run home to Mummy and I will always be here.
These little feet may at times need to stay firmly on the ground even when her head is high up in the clouds.
These little feet are one day going to walk down an aisle with her Daddy, into a new life of her own.
And one day, a very long time away, these little feet may even be chasing around a little girl or boy of their very own- just like her Mummy is doing now.
That is too long away to even contemplate, so until then, I will just keep staring and marvelling at my gorgeous little girl and her gorgeous little sausage toes.