Now 7 years later I think of "cold feet" differently. I recall getting cold feet when I was growing up. It almost always happened in the Fall when the windows were opened all day and night. We weren't used to putting socks on yet because we were still in Summer mode. When it got cool at night, I would go crawl in bed with my mom because I was cold and she would let me warm my cold feet up on her warm legs in bed. At the time, I remember thinking "I can't believe she would let me do this?" The last thing we want when we are all snug in our warm bed is something cold to touch our skin. But now, in the early mornings in our home, I have 4 little people snuggled up next to me touching their cold little feet to my legs and I don't mind at all. Yes, the touch of them is cold, but the fact that these little people want to nestle up close to me warms my heart. I know something now that my mom must have known then: These days won't last forever. So I will enjoy their cold little feet for as long as I possibly can!
