You may remember me mentioning these special sandals in this post. I figured I had better get around to telling the story behind them before it got too cold and posting about sandals seemed weird.

These super cute red sandals once belonged to my mom’s mom, my grandmother. She passed away a few years ago ( a couple of years before I landed in Texas-where she lived all her life) and my mom helped go through all of her things when she passed and brought a lot of  things home. I was not aware of these shoes until this summer. I was getting dressed to go camping with my mom when she came up from the basement with these.

Apparently she had held onto them hoping they would fit her one day but, as feet tend not to shrink too much, this never happened. It turns out I have very small feet just like my grandmother and they fit me quite well. I was touched that my mom gave them to me because I know how much each of my grandmother’s things mean to her. I’m happy that whenever I wear them I think of her and I am literally walking in her shoes. If you look close you can even see where her toes rested on the sandals. I like that. I love you grandma. I love you mom.