Olive’s Feet. Not So Wee.

When Olive was born my midwives put her on my chest. I was staring at this new little person, and she was looking back at me. At that moment, I couldn’t believe we had a third girl. She was shiny and new and gorgeous.

After a little while, I gave her to the nurses and the respiratory guy. While the nurses were busy doing their thing, they kept talking about how long Olive’s feet were.

And indeed, they are long. As long as my index finger.

Dave and I wonder if this means she’ll be a super tall girl. In case it does mean that, I’ve started to dream up grand plans for her as a volleyball player.

Well, one thing is for certain. Her feet, whether they are extra long or not, are adorable.

Because honestly, who wouldn’t want a nibble?

  1. Grandma and Grandpa

    Now, that puts that little (?) foot into perspective. :)


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