My Red Danskos

I'm not sure if it is being pregnant, the late hour, or just simple gratitude...but as I sit here working at 2:00 am my eyes are filled with tears. I went down to the cafeteria to see if I could find anything appealing to help me stay alert for six more hours. While waiting in line for some tator tots (the cafeteria was hopping tonight), I looked down at my red dansko clogs and my eyes welled with tears. Not only are these hands down the most comfortable shoes I own, they were a graduation gift from my sister Mal. These shoes have carried my weary feet through my first rookie year as a registered nurse, and they show no sign of stopping anytime soon. I have had some crazy days in these shoes...sometimes I didn't think I had it in me to go back. Maybe it's the great construction of the shoes, but thinking about it tonight, that is just an extra bonus. I'm so lucky to have my sister Mal in my life. My red danskos are a reminder that she will always be on the sideline of my life cheering me on and giving me encouragement and strength to keep going. She does this mostly through her great example, and even when we were young I looked up to her in so many ways...I still do. Thanks for the shoes, Mal. They mean more to me than you'll ever know.