
After endless minutes of, “I’m coming Mom …!”
She rounds the corner of the yard with these on her feet.
Tottering across the grass as fast as her little legs can take her.
In heels.
Not sure I’ve ever seen a flash of what what she’ll become like I did when I saw her smile at me with my shoes on her feet.
Dress up to grown up are really just too close for comfort aren’t they?
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