My foot fetish

It's been a year today since the so-called 'big' ultrasound. What I most remember from that appointment was Jakob's little foot. It was so tiny, but absolutely perfect. I wish so much that I had been given a photo, but only so I could share it with others. The image is as clear as ever in my mind.

Now, a year later, his whole foot fits in the web of my hand, running from where the thumb joins the hand to the tip of my index finger. As a newborn, his foot was the length of my index finger.

Some day I'll be tripping over grubby sneakers belonging to my teenaged son, and I'll remind myself of how tiny and delicate and loveable those feet once were.