My husband has thumbs sent from heaven. He has a way of rubbing my feet to a state that makes me never want to walk again. Walking would take away all relaxation. It is that good.
And the massage is even better with a fancy, wonderful smelling foot creme that leaves my skin more than baby soft. What more could a girl ask for? Mmmmh, soft, crazy relaxed feet. Yeah, you're jealous!
Want to know a little tid bit that will make you even more jealous?
Two year old Elizabeth got to experience the wonders of a foot massage! She caught on quick that getting your feet rubbed feels good. She saw Mommy getting the foot rub down of a lifetime and decided she had to get in on that.
She propped herself up in front the Man with the Magic Thumbs and wiggled her little toes at him. All the while repeating, "Elizabeth's turn. Elizabeth's turn." Girl knows what she wants!
She was not pleased when she was told she had wait until Mommy was done.
Once her turn rolled around she sat still, soaking up the wonderful feeling of relaxed feet. After her little footsies were done, she stuck her hands out to Daddy and said, "hands?" while wiggling her tiny fingers.
She knows the magic of massage! Daddy's thumbs are golden in this house. Hmm...I wonder if we should get insurance on them?