BFF

Yesterday, before we ventured out into the wild to a pot-luck extravaganza, my daughter and I were sitting on our front steps putting her sparkly, sequin bedazzled ballet shoes on. 

My daughter is much like me in her attachment to her footwear.  I still wear shoes that I have had since high school and I have Chucks that I still wear from 8th grade.  I regularly get my shoes cobbled and even when my feet grew while preggo, I refused to give them up.  Josie is much the same way, she wears the same two pairs of shoes until she actually can not get her feet in them.  The shoes she was set on wearing last night are near to the end, and they hurt her feet but she wears them anyways.  She knows that there no beauty without pain….

Anyways, once we had struggled and finally forced her feet in the shoes, she looked up at me triumphantly smiling, took my face in her hands and said “Mommy, you are my best, best friend.” 

Our first bonding moment over fashion.