Shoe Shopping with Smiles

My husband isn't one for shopping at all...never mind shoe shopping. However, he was easily persuaded when it came to purchasing Little M's first official pair of shoes. After Physiotherapy last week, the therapist said we would try little M in a walker next week, so I'd need to bring shoes for her. My heart was overjoyed...shoes..something so simple and so meaningful. We take so much for granted, but little M has taught us not to do that. We have never assumed that she would ever walk. We hoped for it and tried to support it, but the closer it comes to reality the more monumentous the feat. It is a hard line to walk between and hope and acceptance. It hurts to hope when those hopes don't come to pass...however, it hurts not to hope. I try to live my life choosing joy despite the circumstances. However, it is especially hard to do that when you live in a constant state of uncertainty. Little M has made it a lot easier with her happy demeanour and zest for life. She bit her brother today after he persistantly pressed his face to her face. Of course, I scolded her and reminded her brother to give her space, but I also smiled. She may never speak, but she gets her point across. She has spunk and spirit... and also a sweetness. A perfect combination for her circumstances. So we head off tomorrow donning the new shoes...not the shiny brown retro ones Daddy like, but little white and pink runners. Daddy may have come shopping, but he needs a little more experience before getting to make the final decision.