To be honest, I’m not sure if I can put words together to form sentences right now. I am in a shopping coma.
Today my mom and I took three children to two malls and plenty of other stores in search of school clothes. Remember the days when your baby was so small and non-verbal and you could dress her up however you chose? Remember when you could pick the colors and styles and cutesy things that YOU liked because she actually had no idea she was even wearing clothes? Yeah, I miss those days.
Dealing with the rather strong opinions of nine year old girls can wear on ya after a few hours.
But, we managed to get some cute stuff that neither one of us hated, and I suppose that’s all that really counts.
On the drive back home I was thinking about how silly it is for me to get worked up about the fact that Adelade doesn’t want to buy sparkly silver shoes anymore. I mean, some people have real problems.
I thought of the children I saw in pictures who are wearing plastic bottles tied to their feet just to try and protect them from the hot earth.
And, when we prayed tonight before bed, I couldn’t help but look at those precious babies (always babies) lying in their sweet little bunk bed, worn out, and just thank God that they are here. And that they got new shoes. And that they are mine.
And now I must collapse dramatically into my bed and sleep. I’m sure I’ll dream of sparkly hightops. Good night.
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