Raining Shoes

Yesterday afternoon as I waited with #4 to see the ophthalmologist (we were looking to see if the arthritis had spread to her eyes…it hasn’t), I said to her, “It’s hard isn’t it?  Waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

She turned her tired gaze to me and answered, “It’s raining shoes right now, Mom…….the big ugly clunky kind……I’m about ready for some cute ones.”

Me too, Baby, me too.