The mother had little inkling as to just how those black Converse high-top tennis shoes would impact her life. Over and over again those shoes would prove to be a familiar and loved sight in a very short window of time.
Poignant the sight of the shoes were, in a photograph a month ago in Hollywood.
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The oldest son and the youngest son: moving together in sync via very different modes of transport. The photo captured a precious awareness of a special season of boyhood, one that was sure to pass all too quickly, wherein the older boy delighted in playful antics of a boyish sort with the younger.
Not so quickly, the mother was to discover.
The oldest son, now in the roll of uncle, delightfully playing boyish games with his nephew - her grandson - over the weekend:
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Steadily in step, thanks to a certain pair of black Converse high-top tennis shoes.
3 comments:
Okay, that's it. All my kids are getting Converse's when we're in the States.
Okay, that's it. All my kids are getting Converse's when we're in the States.
Oops. I guess I should have been more patient.
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