Strappy Heels

I threw away my heels today. 

Picked up the worn, black shoes by their ankle straps and walked them out to the trash can at the curb.

I hadn't really thought about it.
Hadn't realized they were, perhaps, the last physical reminder of my life before kids.
My life as a young professional, wearing strappy heels and pantyhose, upon occasion.

Who knows why I've kept them for the last 13 years.

As I gently tossed them in alongside the grass clippings and rabbit droppings, I couldn't help but smile. Smile for the shoes I've let go of and for the ones I wear now.