Footstools

Fog was in on this Autumn morning and the outside thick with ocean air. So she sat on Daddy's shoes to continue her book on snow and Winter's fair.
Will this be a memory that lives on in her mind woven within the story book she reads? Or one day will she find herself providing a familier footstool to care for her sweet child's needs? Either way, Love is the legacy. ~ the Artist Sohbet