Do you remember that Sunday when we were trying to leave the house to go to church? And I couldn't find my dress shoes? And we were late because we were all looking for them?
I have a confession to make.
I hid them underneath the table. Do you remember that fancy round table we were going to re-varnish? It had a really long table cloth over it. It was green with a lacy white over cloth. It hung all the way to the floor. It was the perfect place to conceal something. I don't remember if I ever used it for anything else intentionally, except for that one day.
So why did I hide my perfectly good (probably adorable) Sunday shoes underneath a dusty table? I was hoping you'd notice the super adorable strappy heels you didn't really wear anymore. I'd conveniently laid those out somewhere conspicuous after Rachel or I were done playing with them. I think I must have been a tween or early teens at that point. And man, but did I want to be wearing some more grown up shoes.
Incidentally, if you don't remember - you didn't take the bait. I gave up and then "found" my shoes underneath the table.
Though I didn't think it was awesome at the time, I appreciate it now. Thank you for not letting me grow up too fast. I'll have to put the brakes on for my own girls all too soon.
I love you,
PS. Yes, I do know that "and" is not supposed to start a sentence. I like it anyway.