Thursday, December 30, 2010
A New Tradition
It's not so much the final result: toes trimmed, sparkly, colorful--just like a Christmas tree.
It is sitting down. It's the warm water and the bubbles collecting around your ankles. It's the firm massage of tired feet. And more than that, it's the chance to be together, uninterrupted, committed (for at least 40 minutes) to conversation. I know I pay them, but every time I go, I can't help but think of that long ago Mary at the feet of her Savior as I watch these women perform this service.
It's a new tradition. Every Christmas Eve with my girlies three.
This was our first year. She was over the moon, but got rainbows on blue toes.