On the sixth day of Christmas…..
six pairs of little bare feet.
Running through the yard, romping through the house. Getting them where they wanted to be, catching skinks and lizards and frogs and lovingly creating them wonderful habitats. Running after each other and riding bikes and scooters. Wandering all over Blackberry Flats. Or little bare feet, kicked back, relaxing, just being together.
The cousins are in town, and we are very, very happy.
Love and laughter fills my house and the one at Blackberry Flats, full to bustin’.
Merry memory making has commenced.
And yes, in the photo above, you have counted correctly. There are only five pairs of feet and fifty toes instead of sixty. That’s because when you play all day after a long trip from home and you are a little fella of a certain age, you just might not want your feet in a picture. Even though they are the cutest little feet you ever did see.
You’ll have to take my word for it, because Baby Monkey wasn’t having it. He had better things to do.
And I’m okay with that.
Thankful for all the sounds of little feet and big, for laughter and stories and make-believe and all the imaginations. This is the most beautiful sound of the season, and this is what brings Christmas to my heart.
Love to all.