I read that Ernest Hemingway once made a bet that he could write a six-word short story that could make people cry.
He wrote the following...
Reading these words for the first time a few years ago certainly took the breath right out of me and made me tear up. But I'm sure that's partly because I have many, many pairs of baby shoes that are never to be worn by the one they were intended for. She only ever wore one pair... the little brown shoes she was buried in (pictured above). The brown shoes that sat on my dresser throughout my pregnancy and were a symbol of the promise of all her life would hold...
This picture is in Lily's scrapbook. It's all her shoes in her nursery, waiting for her. So many adorable, tiny pairs of shoes for a pair of adorable, tiny feet. Are baby shoes not one of the most fun things to buy?! She had more than me. ;) Hopefully I will have another daughter one day to fill her big sister's shoes.
