It wasn’t to call her friends.
It wasn’t to keep in touch with us when she’s out and needs us to pick her up or to let us know her plans.
It wasn’t for safety or convenience.
It was for texting and….
(when I saw this picture in her cell gallery, it was confirmed she was NOT switched at birth…the compulsion to take pictures of our own feet is totally genetic).
And for the record, today is her birthday…and I’m working on Trifecta – Part three…in between baking and icing her cake, cleaning the house, a thousand loads of laundry….