My green shoes are more than just in my preferred color. They are also loving hand-me-downs from my sis. Chris' black chucks also possess a story; they perhaps gave me the guts to talk to my handsome class mate instead of just flicking tiny wads of paper at him while he slept though yet another history of photography movie.
So I guess we are giving thanks to the little things that live in our life's that are products of time and love. They may be dirt, grass, and blood stained but their time worn tread encourage us that there are still good miles left in them.