The Andersons

My Princess Dress
I'm sitting here, recovering from the flu. Feeling far from beautiful and not even presentable at this point. At least I did just shower and wash my hair, which was a huge step in hygiene, at least. But the best part of the day, the thing that made me feel like I was healed instantly, just happened.

I had just finished showering. I pulled my wet hair back into a rubber band, put on my glasses, and threw on an old, terribly unflattering pink nightgown. Now this nightgown is not the kind you wear when you want to feel sexy or special. This is the nightgown you put on when you just want to feel comfy. I actually got it to wear in the hospital when I had Avery. And rightly so, it looks very, how shall I put it, "maternal".

As I sat down on the couch, Avery crawled into my lap. She instantly looked at my gown, and smoothing it with her tiny fingers said, "Dis your pississ?, Aw, you pississ!" I had to ask, just for clarification....., "Do you think this is mommy's princess dress?" "Yes!", she said, her brown eyes twinkling and curls bobbing as she nodded. And at that moment, I felt like a princess, too.