...it just got here a little sooner than I was expecting.
Or prepared for.
My firstborn got new Sunday Shoes.
Those are Dale's new shoes.
But those aren't Dale's feet.
Those are my feet.
I have a child with feet as big as mine.
It's only a matter of time until he's as tall as I am.
Let's just not think about that today, shall we?
Instead, I'll think about the fact that he can multiply and divide, lift 40+ pounds, change a diaper, read classic literature, play beginning piano, and recite whole paragraphs of scripture. He knows the number of every Rangers baseball player, how to do those cool cup-and-saucer type tricks with a string, and can ride at least 3 miles on his bike before tiring out.
I like that kid, even if he does have big feet.