next to you

Standing next to you, I marvel at your little feet.  Once chubby, thick and clumsy, they are now long and slender.  They are often adorned by dress-up heels or glittery flats that transport you to imaginary places.  They carry you around the room as you twirl to the music and drag across the floor when you procrastinate at bedtime. They have recently begun fluttering and propelling your body through the water.  They prance quickly across the hot summer pavement and linger in my bed in the morning.  They are perfectly and so wonderfully you.