Her Toes

Thankful for the best friend attached to the toes next to mine in all our pictures. The 10 toes who walk through this life beside me, and who visit me at the farm and bring me pumpkin spice creamer to welcome in an early Autumn and celebrate friendship. Throughout the cold weekend, her toes slept in our tiny camper without complaint. (There is a heater and some down blankets after all, one must keep others' toes warm.)

Her toes have walked a parallel life with mine, often in such harmony that I can’t tell where her toes end and mine begin. Toes before bros.