Dear Ethan,
It's been more than a year since you were tucked in my belly. And still, almost every time I see those feet I think of them wedged deeply into my ribs. In the last few months of my pregnancy we had a constant battle where you would be stretching your little legs (and feet) up into my ribs, and I would try (mostly unsuccessfully) to push them back down.
Lately you've been getting those little feet stuck in the bars of your crib as you try to slowly rotate from one end of the bed to the other. I caught this picture one weekend afternoon when I was coming in to wake you from your nap.
Later, when you are a teenager with stinky shoes I may not look so lovingly at your feet. But for now I think they are perfect.
Love,
Mama
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