He had perfect little feet with adorable little toes.
I didn't get enough time to enjoy those feet.
Not enough nibbles or tickles,
no muddy foot prints left in my kitchen.
No tickely grass or squishy mud.
No trying to clip toenails on wiggling feet,
or checking to see if the shoes fit just right.
Just a few kisses on those tiny feet and it was time for goodbye.
It makes me wonder how amazing the grass in heaven feels.
Next time I kiss those toes, our time together won't run out.
I'll get enough.
We will squish our toes into warm sand and run barefoot through the grass.
Happy 11th birthday sweet boy.