Ever since I can remember, I have twirled my feet as I fall asleep. My mom used to call them my helicopters. Either each ankle on its own, or both interlocked and rotating, I have had twirling toes.
Tonight, as I put my baby to bed, I watched my sweet baby girl twirl her little feet as she fell asleep. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She had no idea that I felt immense satisfaction in watching genetics play its part. She probably had no idea she was even doing it (as I noticed her feet, I then noticed that I, too, was twirling my own as I pushed up and back on the ottoman to glide us back and forth in the rocker.)
She and I have so many glaring similarities (we're virtually twins), but to see such a subtle one made my heart do its own special dance.
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