One of my favorite noises is the clomp, clomp sound of my heels on the upstairs wood floor! The sound echoes and resounds so loudly and as I approach it usually quickens telling me he has begun to run in anticipation of being caught. The funny thing is that I usually laugh at him. His wearing my shoes doesn't bother me, just the loud noise and the fear he'll break the high ones. This particular Sunday afternoon he had gone upstairs alone and found his dad's suitcase, filled it up with his entire drawer of clothes and Cob's socks and a few stuffed animals and books. When I came upstairs to see what my color coordinated child was doing this is what I found and when asked he said, "I'm moving to California!"If only it was really going to be this easy! Somehow I know it will be harder on him than this and incidentally - I'm not worried about his cross dressing. I love the innocence in it all - to him they're just shoes that make great noise and cause mom to chase him and illicit the most beautiful mischievious grin from him that I'll never capture with a camera.
I hope one day to remember all those grins and things that I've seen so beautiful in my children that I couldn't capture for a photo album. . .
