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  • My daughter Matisse was gifted these funky pair of Doc Martins almost ten years ago. I fell in love with them and with great trepidation waited and wondered if she would ever be big enough to wear the bright and colourful clod-hoppers! Her health was compromised from birth so life was treasured one day at a time.

    When she passed away shortly after her 3rd birthday I remember feeling so saddened that I didn't think to stuff the toe of the shoes with extra socks or something, just so we could have created that memory together. I thought about burying the shoes with her, so my baby girl would always be surrounded by colour and her mama's love for beautiful footwear but a quiet voice deep inside gently encouraged me to keep those beauties and reassured me that one day I would be ready to see them worn by other little girls.

    I remembered those thoughts recently on Matisse's anniversary. It's been 8 years since her passing and still not a day goes by that I don't think of her, speak with her, yearn to cuddle her and love her stronger than ever.

    That memory triggered an action though, I dug out those floral docs and added another layer to their story, super bright purple shoelaces (Matisse's favourite colour) and it was a bit of a Cinderella moment, would the shoe fit.... I gently eased it on to Matisse's baby sister's foot, then the other one, laces tied and my daughter, Sapphire, looked up at me with the same blue eyes as her sister and smiled tenderly as if she understood what this moment meant. My two daughters didn't get to meet in this lifetime yet through me, their brother and a few heartwarming hand-me-downs they have become connected.
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