spring fashion week: friday

She comes running into the kitchen.
Today is the last day I am this many, Mama.
She spreads three fingers wide.
Next I'll be this many and this many and this many and this many...

It was a Sunday, four years ago today. I had labored all night. We were checking into the hospital. We thought you'd come soon. You had different plans. Finally, the next day just after 5 AM you arrived. From the first moment of motherhood, nothing has gone exactly as I planned. How can you be four? I was planning on you being little for so much longer.

How appropriate that today she wanted to try on her "too big clothes."
Here's what she found:

More Trees Please T-shirt: Thrifted
Much too large Bongo capris: Thrifted
Pink & White Cowboy Boots: Handed down from Rose