So, I have discussed Gracie's desire to be wrapped in nothing but velvety goodness for the past few years. How I have depleted Value Village's size 6x velvet stock on more than one occasion. The velvet obsession never bothered me, in fact, I may have even been a little jealous - particulary of the velvet jumpsuit she occasionally dons on weekends (seriously, a one piece, zip-up slice of velvet heaven in steel-blue).
Well, last week, out of nowhere, Grace took a pair of jeans from her drawer. The jeans had been banished to the back of the bottom drawer. I assumed they would be eventually chucked in the "Edie Bucket" (the tupperware bin I put potential hand-me-downs for Edie in). Grace scurried off to the bathroom to get changed (this is where she gets changed because it is the only door in the house with a lock, and we are a family prone to barging in on people). She came out of the bathroom, wearing her stiff little jeans, with a shy smile on her face "how do they look Mommy?"
*Oh my, oh Gracie, when you put on those jeans you also lost a little baby fat in your face, your gait became even more graceful, and for some reason it brought a tear to my eye and made me want to freeze time.*
You look beautiful.