Many years ago, there was a little girl who loved red converse high tops.
Then one day, she met a young man and decided that she and her mom would take him out for Pizza, because Mom and Tom rhymed.
And because he had high tops.
They spent a lot of time together, to the point where mom and Tom did more than rhyme, they got married, and the young man slowly started to understand how much the little girl loved the converse high tops.
He taught her how to ride a bicycle, with his high tops on.
And he did it wearing his shirt from Sam and Morris’s Market in Seattle. This young man, who married her mom (because, among other things, Mom and Tom rhyme), became her papa a few days before her mom took this photo.
One year he did something he’d never done. He bought two pair of red Converse High Tops, one that was his size, and one that was smaller than any shoes he’d ever remembered buying, so that he and his little girl could both wear their red Converse High Tops and be buddies.
And they did…
Every few years, Papa wore his out…
And every year or so, his little girl would grow out of hers…
But they were loved.
And one day, the papa blinked.
And the little girl grew up.
And she became a young woman.
Years had gone by in the blink of an eye.
And she met a fine young man, who would become her husband.
And he remembered something she had said years earlier.
She had said she wanted to get married in Converse High Tops.
Red Converse High Tops.
And so, on her wedding day, there were fine clothes.
There were suits.
And ties.
And very, very nice dresses.
And there was definitely a wedding dress…
But in the wedding party, there was no leather on anyone’s feet.
You see, Papa had slowly understood how important this was, and had gotten three new pairs of high tops: a new pair for himself, and a new pair for the young man, and especially a new pair for the one who would always be his little girl.
And, as things like this go, that night, she got married to the love of her life.
Photos were taken.
And just as she had dreamed, she got married in a pair of Red Converse High Tops.
And one day, some years later, while doing some cleaning, the papa found something he hadn’t seen in a long, long time…
A time machine…
And in it were two much smaller, and well-loved Converse.
And the circle was complete.
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June 3, 2016 at 11:56 pm
Mary Gallagher
Thank you for the time machine, what a lovely love story. Now pardon me while i go find some kleenex…
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June 4, 2016 at 5:44 am
tomroush
Dag thad tibe bachide… Go fide gleedex, I’ll be here. 😉
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June 4, 2016 at 8:07 am
tomroush
I swear that time machine shows up in the strangest places…
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June 4, 2016 at 8:05 am
Robert Lammers
Very heartwarming. Thanks for sharing.
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June 4, 2016 at 8:07 am
tomroush
Thank you Bob – I hope all is well in your neck of the woods…
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June 5, 2016 at 6:57 am
Petra Martin
Those high tops covered some rough terrain, and I couldn’t be more delighted by where they ended up.
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February 1, 2018 at 6:56 am
@flyingcod
As a father to a 5 year old girl, this one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read.
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February 17, 2019 at 7:38 pm
Petra Martin
Thank you so much!
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