It Begins

It has begun.

Anywhere from two to ten outfit change requests per day.

"Outfit" = out of season, frilly or sporty and often mismatched.

This is one of the preferred pieces (worn while intently watching a History Channel Documentary, not Barbie's Magic Kingdom, I assure you).

Just last Sunday evening she came down in the frock shown above. My husband lovingly started to say,

"Why, honey, don't you look beaut-"

"Dad. Please. I'm not in the mood!"

{Did I mention she's only three...and nowhere close to turning four??}

While my husband turned his back to disguise his laughter,

I did my best to firmly nip that little attitude in the bud.

(I always feel like Barney Fife when I use that expression).



I've got to tell you, for all the pre-teen tendencies she's exhibiting right now,

I simply cannot get enough of her!!!!

There are nanoseconds when time stands still and I am completely amazed that

I have been given breath-taking little gifts that are so valuable, there is no price worthy of them.

Each "gift" is so unique...even, and maybe especially when they are clothed in the sundresses of summer

as autumn leaves start to fall.