She calls them her first high heels.
I can tell by the way her feet skip across the floor that she feels feminine and pretty when she wears them.This nine-year-old with brown hair and eyes has never been one to pay much attention to the style of her clothes or the color of her shoes. Comfort alone was the key requirement when it came to adding apparel to her wardrobe.That seems to be changing lately. Not that I mind; I enjoy seeing her develop her own tastes, enjoying a new skirt or a glittery necklace. I just don’t want it to happen too fast. I still want to see her ponytail and flip flops flash by the window as she rides her scooter down the sidewalk or hurries to join her younger sister digging in the dirt. All too soon, we’ll be shopping for banquet dresses and arranging fancy updos. Our swing set will stand empty and all the games of tag will be over. However, we haven’t reached those days just yet. The lovely white shoes didn’t slow her down one bit as she raced a boy down the sidewalk after church on Sunday night. Therefore, I guess the height of those heels is just about perfect.Visit Tuesdays Unwrapped hosted by Chatting at the Sky.