Painting my toes

Before I have a baby I always paint my toes. Giving birth is not exactly pretty in my opinion. Especially when you do it without drugs....just ask my husband haha! So at least my toes can be pretty 😊 Painting my toes is a fun step because it means I'm getting close to meeting our new child. In preparing to have Sophia I painted my toes an aqua blue.

I haven't been able to repaint them since she was born. I had an emotional block. I couldn't do it. The paint chipped and the nails grew and were cut again and again. Until eventually there was only a couple spots of blue left. I wanted to paint them. I wanted to wear sandals as it got warmer. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was a small reminder of when life was perfect. So I kept choosing close toed shoes.

But life wasn't perfect when I painted them. My baby girl was still sick. I just didn't know it yet. So today I cried as I removed the last of the paint. Then I applied a cheery yellow and picked out my favorite sandals.

I've made up my mind that I will go to the mortuary and paint my angel's toes from the same aqua blue bottle. When it's time. Which I hope is a long long ways away.