Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
I have a pair of black, smooth, wing-tip shoes—gloves of leather, fitting as if made just for me. They have carried me through moments both heavy and light, walking my two daughters down two aisles, step by measured step, toward new lives, new families, new dreams woven with the hands of those they love.
Slightly stained with tears, these shoes stood firm when the question was asked: Who gives these two away?
“Their mother and I.”
And in that moment, they were no longer mine. Not that they ever truly were—only borrowed for what seemed a day, a brief passage in time, to walk beside them before letting go.
BB Grey--musings 
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