"Why don't you pick out the most fanciest dress you have?" "Because. Well... then I would be the most beautiful girl there and I don't want to make all of my girlfriends jealous." She replied. She dressed herself in what she thought was a simple dress and took my hand leading me to my closet. "I want you to look fancy for my Mother's Day Ice Cream Social. Can I pick out your outfit?" "Of course, gorgeous." She skipped over the dozen little black dresses and picked something "more happy" for me to wear and I smiled at my most awesome intuition. All of my old bridesmaids/prom dresses in teal, bubble gum pink, and lavender were safely hidden in the basement. She smiled when she saw me. I realized I don't wear enough color for my children.

Hand in hand, just the two of us together, we walked into her preschool classroom. "Why are you taking a picture of my picture, Mama?" "Because. It totally makes me smile and I never want to forget it." I realized I take way too many photos.