his socks

 i just slipped these socks on. they are nothing special, in fact, they are brand new. i was slipping them on and it occurred to me that they felt like dress socks. the memory of slipping on grandpadu's dress socks flashed across my memory. i don't remember why he leant me a pair of socks, but i remembered the feeling of putting them on for that split second. 

i'm sure we were going to play in the snow or something and i didn't have enough layers. things that we worry about in the frozen tundra, but sometimes are not well-equipped for. it happens every year, yet we seem to be unprepared- like so many other things in this life. we are so unprepared and unaware for the things ahead, or for the memories we left behind. thank you Jesus for being with us through it all.

there's no rhyme or reason to sharing this, except for a mention that the tiniest things can trigger the deepest memories that you were not even aware that you had...like wearing a pair of your grandfather's socks.