My sweet sister Katy came in one evening after I had been discussing with Mum how now I understand why in Bible times they just washed the feet at the end of the day because that was all they needed....
She walked in with a pot of water and a towel. She said, "Amber, can I wash your feet?" How could I refuse such a sweet request?! So I came, and she washed me feet ever so lovingly. As she did so I asked her "did Mummy put you up to this?"
"No, I thought of it on my own."
"Oh!" "did you do anyone else's?
"Yes, I did Mummy's and Daddy's and Jaclyn and Bobby's and yours."
"Thank you so much for thinking of it!" I love you, Katy."
"I love you, too."
As I got up from the beautiful ceremony, she asked me "now will you wash mine?"