prayer to the crocalicious gods.

the croc family was perfect. i was walking home from work, tired and a little worn out of hearing about immigration and wondering who the heck is going to solve the world's problems, and there they were. fanny back wearing, camera toting, visor sporting tourist family decked out in I (heart) DC shirts with severe nose sunburns and the enthusiasm only a young tourist family can have. the 6 year old boy had an enormous head on a stick thin body swathed in tie dye. he loved to pick his nose. his younger sister had gone too far with a bedazzler on her eyeglasses and almost blinded me in direct sunlight with her sparkling vision correctors. she loved rhinestones. the father was holding his young sleeping infant like a sack of potatoes in his arms. his glasses could hardly stay on his nose in light of the enormous pools of sweat that were gathering all over his face. the mother's visor was beautiful, dawning the NYC logo, so as to make sure everyone in DC was aware their vacation included several states. The youngest sister had the knobbiest knees I had ever seen. Her hair had some sort of purple sticky substance in it. Perhaps some sort of candy treat she had been rewarded with earlier. They walked at the slowest rate of all time. They were holding up street traffic. They were beautiful. The best part about this little tourist family was their footware--they all donned the all purpose and all durable croc, in various sizes and shades. It comforted me to know that even though it had been a long day of touring the capitol and dragging screaming children through the smithsonians, their feet were not feeling the pain. their feet could breathe, but at the same time felt the comfort of a supportive arch and a sturdy sole. i like to think their matching crocs were one of the reasons that, at 5:43 PM on a day when the temperature reached upward of 90, the whole family was still smiling. Though I had been feeling a bit down, I perked right up at the thought of one day purchasing 6 pairs of crocs, in various sizes and shades, so that at the end of a hot, humid day full of tantrums and dropped ice cream cones, my future family and i can all look at each other and smile, basking in the comfort of it all.