Old Foots

My dad at times would call my mom, "Old Foots"! I'm glad I asked him before he died , "where did that come from?" ... or I would never know the answer to that question. It seems when the grands were small he would say to them , "us OLD FOLKS need to go to bed, come on Old Folks" ... speaking to my mom. As you can see, that easily got changed to "Old Foots", by the grandchildren and for some reason it just ... STUCK. He called her "Old Foots" until the day he died. This picture that I took while caring for the twins, reminded me of "Old Foots". It's my foot and it is old (Cha-Ching cherry nail polish by the way), especially when compared to the tiny, precious, pinkies of my niece. I had Mattie in the bouncy seat that day, while I gave Ella her bottle. Mattie would push on my foot which made the bouncy seat BOUNCE! This entertained Mattie while she waited patiently for her turn to be fed. (Just one of the many"tricks of the trade" that I learned while caring for the twins.) Old Foots (my mom) is really feeling old these days. She has 24 hour care, there isn't much communication, she rarely smiles or shows any emotion. She knows who I am but little else... so you can imagine my reaction the other day when I said, "come on Old Foots let's go eat"- and she LAUGHED. It was a laugh I haven't heard in a long time, one that caused her entire face to light up and even put a slight sparkle back into her eyes. It was a blessing to see "Old Foots" back again... even for a moment! God is good!