Little Chucks

Many of you know that Jesse and I met thirteen years ago (wow!), when he chose my blue Converse tennis shoe from a box of shoes on the first evening of our freshman year at Whitworth College. I'd left one of my suitcases at home, and ended up tying on my old navy chucks (complete with Micky Mouse bow-biters) with the hope that no one at the semi-formal dinner would notice my very casual footwear. Of course, as soon as I reached the first-floor lounge, I was told to put my shoe in a box. The boys upstairs would choose a shoe and come, like Prince Charming I suppose, seeking its match. While I'll admit to preferring even this dirty pair of tennis shoes to the stuffy pumps, how lucky am I that Jesse did too?

To propose, Jesse recreated that first meeting, so it seemed only fitting that for our wedding, my mom and grandmother decorated a white pair of Con's, and I eschewed the typical, blister-inducing formal wear most brides suffer. Somehow those quirky shoes summed up so much for us and our journey from friends to soul-mates.

This week we had a wonderful visit with our dear friend Marshall, who brought with him a wonderful gift for Baby Malott - a little pair of chucks. How cute are these? How appropriate that this child begin thus decked out? So little...so cute.