... tiny niblets strung together. I always wondered at their strength. Those toes have taken her feet to many places and swept her along for the ride. I held them while she nursed... tickled them in the bath... blew them dry with kisses and marveled at how it is that my body knew exactly how to design each one so perfectly. Oh, she isn't a baby anymore. In fact she has two of her own now. Babies that is. But I can close my eyes and feel those tiny buttons on the hollow of my tongue ... and love her so deeply I can scarce breathe. All of that over ten little toes all grown up.
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