I bought them before he was even born.
As the feet forming inside of me kicked and fluttered, growing stronger every day, I dreamed of the boots that would one day cover them.
They were the simple work boots that I had come to associate with his father; the sturdy stretch of leather, the solid grip of a rugged sole, the unassuming color that wouldn’t fade in the sun or lose its luster from a little dirt.
Read the rest of my tribute to my husband raising our son over on Disney Baby!
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