My husband piles his shoes just inside the doorway, and it does make me smile. Every time I see him sitting down to kick off his shoes I know he will be staying for awhile and I love having him here, every time I see him pulling on his shoes I can tell the days plans by the shoes he grabs. I love that he grumbles about work but bravely goes every day, his boots tell about one moment of youthful carelessness impacting a whole life, as 38 years later he still must pay to have one sole of every pair of shoes lifted an inch and a half, since one leg healed from a motorcycle wreck at 15 while the other grew.
