these boots were made for walking...

Whenever Alro gets measured for new shoes I always get a bit of a lump in my throat. It's silly really, it's not like I don't already have constant reminders of how he's growing up (the fact that he tries to call me Abi is indication enough!) but for some reason, when I get confirmation that his feet are getting bigger, it always makes me a bit sad.

I used to look at his tiny wee toes with wonder and think about all the streets these little feet would walk on, all the shoes he'd wear on them, all the places they'd take him and the type of life he'd surround them with.

It's weird being trapped in a world where you want so much for someone whilst wishing they'd stay in exactly the same place all the time.

I suppose, that 'world' is actually called Parenthood.