Better than Christmas morning.

 
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Dear Anonymous,

Better than Christmas morning.

Size 9 and a half. Check.
'Im gonna' have to learn to walk again!' he smiles.
I say 'Oh? Now that you've got your soul returned?'

'You remember I said that yesterday? That I was sole-less.'
His eyes twinkle. '...and now it's back.'
They both fit into their new ground pads, able to cast off sole-less, too big, heavy boots.

You know that feeling? Of something fitting properly? Of not having to schlelp and scuff your way down a street? Trading in the winter boot for a lighter sneaker?

Better than Christmas morning. Thanks Dear Anonymous.