Shoes at the door

You never would have thought that a simple act of having shoes at your door could provoke such a feeling.

When you wake up and walk out of your room to see shoes at your door.
HIS shoes.
Not your brother's. Not yours. HIS.
HIS and HERS.

It portrays such an intimacy in my mind.
It's like you've invited this guy into your life.
Into your little sanctuary you call home.

But those shoes.
They mean something.
When once you're doorway was empty.
The home was silent.
Now they mean something.
Someone's waiting.
Someone's at home.
Someone's here for YOU.

It occurred to me how we walk by shoes in the doorway. Tons of shoes.
Sometimes, we forget how shoes at the doorway signify something special.
And we take them for granted and walk right past them without narry a thought.

But even shoes that don't belong to HIM. Belong to friends.
When you're alone, it's empty.
When you're friends are around and your life is full of love, plenty of friend's shoes at the door. Like at a party. Or a gathering. Or a girlie pow-wow.
How in the world did your doorway signify so much?

Startling isn't it?
Shoes at the door.
What a reflection of the relationships in our lives.


PS. I couldn't help myself. I had to post something up. And no. There's no shoes at my door at the moment. ;p It was just an observation that I had to share. =) And those shoes aren't mine. They were a picture we took of shoes belonging to a pair of friends long ago. ;)