where it all started

it's my birthday tomorrow.

this is the window sill

that is right next to my bed.

on it sits a night lamp,

a willow tree angel,

and my baby shoes.

a couple of weeks ago,

b. was tucking me in

like he does every night.

he looked at my baby shoes and said,

"you know what i think of every time i see those?"

i said, "what's that?"

he said,

"i think, 'that's where it all started.' "

with my birthday approaching,

i thought he was talking about me

being born, so

i said sweetly, "awww."

he said, "not you!...

your shoe obsession!"

i laughed and laughed
and laughed.