Betrayal
Alas, the age of the Dansko must come to an end. For years you have been on my feet day in and day out. I have run you ragged: soles worn, scuffed toes, the stitching on your leather uppers coming undone. Sure, I had twisted off of your heights in an embarrassing display of clumsiness more than once. But I still had my sights on a new pair, your replacement. Perhaps blue to match my jeans, or another black pair. (You can never have too many pairs of black shoes.)
But no.
You betrayed me. You, a snugli and a gravel road became my worst nightmare come true.
Luckily, from the depths of my subconscious, my body reacted faster than I knew it could. Sam was safe, with not even a bump or a bruise to show your betrayal. Thank God. If she had been hurt you would have rued the day you were handstitched. Since she is unscathed (no thanks to you) I will give you the burial you deserve:
But no.
You betrayed me. You, a snugli and a gravel road became my worst nightmare come true.
Luckily, from the depths of my subconscious, my body reacted faster than I knew it could. Sam was safe, with not even a bump or a bruise to show your betrayal. Thank God. If she had been hurt you would have rued the day you were handstitched. Since she is unscathed (no thanks to you) I will give you the burial you deserve:
posted by SeattleS | 4:46 PM
3 Comments:
How could they betray you like that?!?! Thank goodness your mamma-bear instincts took over and Sam was unscathed.
I hate it when good shoes go bad!
Yep! You did the right thing. Our little Sammy is lucky to have a mom as agile as you! Good bye dear Danskos . . . your days are over!
To death with the Danskos!!! Hurray to my cuzzi the heroe who "from the depths of her subconscious reacted faster than she knew she could"!!!
Too much, I love your writing! I too have had those nightmares of falling with the baby. Now you know it happened and she is fine.
I must say that those shoes are mighty cute... What size are they? Hee hee
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