They are just shoes, but they mean so much. My last baby, not a baby anymore, on the verge of turning 4. The white Robeez that started with his oldest sister, to his middle sister, then him. The slip on tennies that he wore until he couldn't wear them anymore. Now the Skechers, because "dey so coo mom". This is the stuff I want to look back and remember fondly.
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