While shopping today I passed lots of new pretty material, sweet designs, and danity prints. For a moment the thought occured that I'd had no reason to stop and finger the lovely frocks. Then, as my eye scanned the size tags, I realized I still had a daughter who fit into this age category.
The thought tickled me pink and left me abundantly happy that I can pass the sweet frocks in the little girls' section of the store and still have a daughter who loves pink and swishes and 'oohs and aahs' over the prettiness of girlhood.
That was my moment of grace and gratitude today.
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