these shoes were my shoes for five years. i wore them every day. i wore them for a year before i met ryan, i met them when we dated, i wore them when it wasn't too freezing in utah where we lived as newlyweds. i wore away the big toe and the heel and had dirty feet because (let's face it) they were barely shoes at the end of their life. then i kept them because i could hardly bear the thought of them being thrown away.
well, in his packing frenzy, ryan insisted we throw them out (he also tried to throw out the trix box that i'm on. that's right, ladies and gentleman! i am on the back of a trix box. it was my modeling career. when ryan balked at my wanting to keep it, i asked him, "where's your trix box?" he doesn't have one. i'm cooler). and i allowed it because he wanted to put them on the patio with all of our other trash and i figured i could sneak them back in to the house and stow them away in a box somewhere (maybe one ryan marked as "things"). i also insisted we take a picture and had to go put clothes on just for the occasion (excuse the shaggy dog look i'm sporting. i merely do not want ava to feel awkward about hers. clearly, i do not do well with haircuts).
here's to you, flip flops! you were the best flip flops in the world. i'm glad i won't have to miss you because i'll be keeping you in a box in the closet where ryan will never find you (until we move again. then we can just repeat the process).