Pint sized pedi

I’ve waited some time for these toes.

I wished for them years ago - a daughter of my own someday. A girl to share in the feminine novelties that I was blessed to shared with my own mother. Curling irons, lip gloss, tea sets.

I dreamed of them years later when I married prince charming and began to realize the fantasy of having a family of my own was less about playing house or make believe but more about planning and timing – all well within reach. Tights, make up, an Easy Bake oven.

I hoped for them, silently, when we decided the time was right to start “trying”. There was never a regret that a baby boy was on the way, but all the while I kept hoping – someday. Barbies, perfume, saltwater sandals.

I prayed for these toes. They were almost here once, but God had different plans. Plans I probably still don’t fully understand, but plans I trust just the same. And yet I prayed for them. Princesses, dresses, headbands.

And then at last they arrived. More wished for, more dreamed of, more hoped for and far more prayed for than I could have imagined, than I ever intended. Oh, how I have waited to paint these very toes. And while the road to paint them seemed a little long and sometimes tough, the moment is none less sweet. Even if there are never tea sets, if she hates dresses and saltwater sandals are completely outdated. Even if there is never an Easy Bake oven, I will be content because I got to paint those toes.