I'm old enough to have grown up with a love and admiration for Saddle Shoes. There is something about those shoes unlike any other. They aren't quite a sneaker or a slipper. They are more comfortable than a dress shoe. I remember having my own pair as a kid, and I remember feeling dapper but humbled, able to adventure but also have a soul with a shine. 

While at a retirement party today, I had the opportunity to hold the tiniest little baby with his own little pair of saddle shoes and plaid pants, and I thought to myself watching this little face has to be the most miraculous moment in the world. Small humans are unbelievable beings. They offer so much hope in their peaceful faces, so much zest in those saddle shoes. You look at them and you think about how old you are in comparison and how fast time travels and just how precious moments like those saddle shoes are. 

Something inside those saddle shoes hit a nerve of nostalgia but also ambition and a hope of what is to come and what is to be. If you have not yet looked at a tiny human and their tiny fingers and the sweetest cheeks and little lips and small button noses. I encourage you to do so. Because sometimes we become so caught up in what we have to do that we forget why we are really here-to offer hope and positive change 

just like those tiny fingers

and those saddle shoes.