Tip-Toes

Since Deborah was young, she has been particular about her feet. She loved shoes, all kinds of shoes; her shoes, my shoes, stranger's shoes. And dress up shoes were her favorite thing ever. The mere thought of shiny, feathery, bejeweled, backless, high heeled shoes was (and is) enough to make me cringe, but she absolutely loved them.

Somewhere around 4 years of age, I noticed that when she had no mules to parade around in, she simply walked on tip toe, as if that were the most normal way to walk. She does not do it all the time to be certain, but it is so much a part of who she is that I rarely even think about it anymore.

The week when the Kawasaki's was just starting we knew she did not feel well; even when she was playing, she was just not herself. But it was not until we got home from the hospital - after she was feeling considerably better - that I realized a clue that I had been missing; no tip-toes! When she began doing it again, just once in awhile, it made me smile because I saw it as a sign of her improving spirits. :)

Yesterday, as she was heading off on errand of her own, I heard her say, "I love walking on my toes." I could hear the joy in her voice, and it did my heart good :)

In other news, her eyes continue to improve; they are very close to clear now. She has still not had any peeling skin, so perhaps that will skip her altogether just like the strawberry tongue and swollen lymph nodes.