Pretty In Pink

Maeve was given a dress from her Grammie T. this Spring.
It's pretty and pink, and most importantly full of TULLE.
Tulle is my textile drug of choice.
It ended up not being needed for its intended purpose, so I've let her wear it all over the house instead. 

"Wook at me mommy! I'm a pwetty pwincess!"

It was the outfit of choice 4 days in a row. (The only thing that saved day 5 was our -finally- 90+ temps!)

It's been napped in several times.

I told her to show me how a ballerina poses:

She looks so stressed and sad! Well,......kind of like every dancer I've ever known. Maybe they're all so sad because they can't eat anything.

*And by dancer I mean, you know, dancer.....not the "you know what" kind of dancer.

And then.........
"Okay, show me a HAPPY ballerina!"

That was much better. 

Until it turned into this:

What can I say. She gets all her class from me.

At night I'd throw the dress in all its fluffy tulle filled glory over her door for the next day.

One night, I had a flash: prom night, 2025.
Lots of cackles coming from her room.
Make up.
Corsages.
Limos?
Oh my, I'm not ready for that in the slightest!

But the next day, I had another image enter my mind. She had her arms up, patiently waiting for me to drop the dress down over her head.
As I struggled with gathering the tulle to find the opening for her head, I briefly saw her as a grown woman, on her wedding day.

I think my heart skipped a beat. ♥

I tied the back into a beautiful bow, kissed the top of her head, and sent my "pwetty pwincess" on her way before I turned into a blubbering mess.
In the flash forward, I was reminded just how fast time will fly.
And I was also reminded what a beautiful gift my daughter is.
A beautiful gift that I have no doubt is going to change the world.
.......one saved moth at a time.