You see a small girl in big, white boots and I see so much more.
I see the discarded shoes belonging to her three sisters and the slippers belonging to her granny.
I see the matchbox car parked next to the princess toys that define my third-born.
I see my husband’s favorite sweatshirt hanging from the coat rack. We have no idea how we acquired this sweatshirt. It just appeared in our house one day and has yet to leave his side.
The nightlight represents the light that chases away my daughters’ fear of the dark.
And that white Tupperware from the 70s belonging to my mother-in-law and filled with flour is temporarily sitting on the bench to make room for all of the Thanksgiving sides in the refrigerator.
A picture is a thousand words.
So look closely at yours.
Because the small things aren’t worth missing.