Real Love Story
The Little Red Boots
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When my granddaughter, Tate, celebrated her fifth birthday
recently, her mother gave her a very special present, a
pair of red cowgirl boots that had belonged to her when
she was a little girl. As Tate slipped on the little red
boots, she began to dance across the room in excitement.
My mind flashed back to the afternoon my daughter-in-law,
Kelly, showed me the little red boots and told me about
the first day she had worn them. You see, not only did Kelly
experience the thrill of wearing her first pair of real
cowgirl boots back then, but she also experienced the thrill
of meeting her first love.
He was her first "older man" she was five and
he was seven! He lived in the city, and his father had brought
him to Kelly's grandfather's farm one Saturday afternoon
to ride the horses. Kelly sat on the top fence rail, watching
her grandfather saddle her pony. She was proud of her shiny
new red boots and was trying really hard not to get them
dirty.
Just then, the city boy came over to say hello. He smiled
at Kelly and admired her red cowgirl boots. It must have
been love at first sight, because Kelly found herself offering
to let him ride her pony. She had never let anyone ride
her pony before.
Kelly's grandfather sold the horse farm later that year,
and she never saw the little boy again. But for some reason,
she never forgot that magical moment when she was five and
she thought of the cute city boy every time she put on her
red cowgirl boots. When Kelly outgrew the boots her mother
decided to pack them away instead of throwing them out.
After all, Kelly had loved the little red boots so much.
Many years passed. Kelly grew up into a beautiful young
woman, and met my son, Marty. They married and had their
daughter, Tate. One day, while Kelly was rummaging through
some old boxes in preparation for a garage sale, she found
the little red boots. Fond memories flooded into her heart.
"I used to love these boots," she recalled with
a smile. "I think I'll give them to Tate for her birthday."
Tate's laughter brought me back to the present, and I watched
as my son scooped his giggling daughter up in his arms and
danced around the room, with her red birthday boots on her
feet.
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