Feet

Cannon's father wears a size 15 shoe. Have you ever tried to shop for a size 15 shoe before? It is quite the frustrating task. I have been known to travel hundreds of miles in search of a pair of shoes that fit my dear husband. If I find a store that carries his size, they are usually a) plain ugly or b) equal in cost to a small island. (Don't even get me started on shopping for clothes.) The last time I found a reasonable pair of shoes for him, I stocked up and purchased every pair they had. He is set for 5 years. I am not joking.

Before Cannon was born, I would marvel at the tiny feet of any newborn I saw. I could not imagine anything so precious as a pair of baby feet. When he was born, I looked into his beautiful face and cried at how precious and small he was. I inspected his tiny hands, peered at his soft, cute belly, stroked his skinny legs. I pulled off his blankets and gasped at what I saw at the end of his delicate ankles... My kid had ENORMOUS feet!

I instantly began having frightening flashbacks of shoe shopping for his father. My shoe-shopping nightmares have only begun.