Jessa has taken to wearing these shoes that are almost high heels. They are wedges, and they are fancy. Someone made her feel bad about how tall she was last year, so now she always tries to make herself look taller. The wedges fit the bill, but they make her look so grown-up. Sometimes I can't believe how much. Most of the time when I look at her, I still see my baby, you know?
So this morning, we went to church. She wore her fancy shoes, of course. And it was an absolutely perfect day. After church, we went to Subway and picked up lunch. Then we took it to a playground to eat. They hurried through their sandwiches to get to the playing part of our impromptu picnic.
As they started to run toward the play area, Jessa realized that wearing those fancy shoes was not the best choice for playing. So even though she looked so pretty and so grown-up in her church clothes and those fancy shoes, at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to still be a little girl.
So she kicked off her shoes and off she went.
So on this beautiful first day of fall, I watched my girl play.
I watched her hair blow in the wind. I watched the sun shine on her hair.
I listened to her make beautiful music on the drums.
Her sweet bare feet.
With dirty bottoms from playing without her shoes.
With chipped toe nail polish.