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tutus and tea parties

this past sunday afternoon, my sweet girl spotted her blue pettiskirt, matching top and matching bow hanging in the closet. she looked up at me and said "mama, princess?" so we put on her little outfit and she walked over to the mirror to admire herself. her gaze lingered as she swayed from side-to-side and tried to see what she looked like from behind... and then she exclaimed "reesie, CUTE! go show dada?". there is something so innocent and perfect in her reaction. i love that her first thought was to go downstairs to show her daddy how beautiful she looked. did she want to make sure it was true? she needed her daddy's approval before she believed what she saw in the mirror? it was such a timely example of the truth that i'm pondering as i'm reading through Captivating. i took her downstairs to see her daddy. she twirled around to show him how the skirt fluffed and bounced. of course, being the good daddy that he is, he ooh'd and ahh'd and made her feel like a princess. i'm so thankful that he knows his vital role in shaping her self-worth. i am so blessed to partner with him in this crazy parenting thing.

anyway, after she showed off and pranced around, we had a tea party :)

i knew i would love having a girl...


  1. oh my gosh she is so cute. isnt it amazing the innate desire we girls have to want to catch our daddy's eye? mine too, and she is 8. i dont think we ever lose that desire, really. it only matters as we grow up whose eye it is we're trying to catch :) she is lovely. glad you're liking captivating too!

  2. thank you, i think she's pretty cute too :) and you're so right, we don't ever grow out of it, it just evolves and shifts focus. i am loving captivating, thank you for the recommendation :)


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