Footprints

Two small tiles on a wall. Two sets of baby footprints, captured in time, a snapshot of how they were then. In the future, we will look at them and smile. They'll probably end up in the roof space of the owners of the feet! For now, they speak to me of creation, innocence, trust, growing, wonder, love, potential, love and fear. Small steps on life's journey, new beginnings. I want to be there for them when they stub those toes, fall and cut their knees, when they are rejected, when they are lonely. But, I too need to trust and watch from a distance as they grow in strength and confidence and hope above all else that they know love. For now, it's enough to be the one they call Papa. A gift!