These are the sweet feet of my cherubs. I remember when they were so tiny and would fit in the palm of my hand. I remember when I would smell their sweet feet and nibble their tiny toes. I remember their first steps. I still love their feet. I can tell which of my little cherubs is coming just by the sounds of their steps. I can hear them in the night when they're coming to our room. Now their feet wear baseball cleats and ballet shoes. I don't nibble their little toes anymore . But there's not much more precious then to see my cherub's naked feet!
"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness."