Fireworks

 

The summer was half-over.  We hadn't been outside much; we stayed home most of the time where it was easiest. Safe.  I lacked the personal courage to introduce Elle, and her feet, to the world.

Then our friends Tim and Carol invited us to spend the 4th of July at their house.  We accepted and yet I didn't know how I would ever be able to introduce them and their daughters to Elle's feet and brace.  What would they say?  What would they think?  

Would they think she wasn't pretty?

Maybe it was just easier to hide her legs with a blanket.

We walked into their kitchen and waited for an uncomfortable look or reaction.  I was ready with my lengthy explanation.

They smiled and held her.  It didn't matter. 

They understood.