|Batman's awesome red coat? Thrift store!|
But halfway there, that changed. Her energy ran low, and she said she was tired (which just goes to show 36-year-olds have more endurance than 5-year-olds). So we stopped on the sidewalk, and I asked if she wanted to go home. She shook her head, and we kept going.
|Cute blue dress she wore the day we spray painted this chair red? Totally thrifted.|
"Mommy, look at this beautiful shirt! It would look pretty on you." (It was a sequined half-shirt tank top.)
"Why do they have so many baby shoes? Babies don't need shoes."
"Aww, this book has a cat on it! Oh. . . never mind. Looks like someone tried to eat it."
And she literally announced, disappointed: "Everything in this whole store is used! All the stuff we buy here is used.stuff."
|The Christmas elf's dress: Thank you, thrift store.|
On our way home, Princess's legs got tired again, and she sighed when we climbed the hills. She'd see one in the distance and ask, "Why do we have to climb these hills?" (Two miles is a big job for little legs.) I told her we were halfway home, and we had to keep walking if we wanted to get there. She kept moving.
And as we walked down the last little hill, she saw her daddy's car pulling into our neighborhood. She squealed and darted ahead, shouting, "I got my energy back, Mommy!"
Princess ran for home, and she ran for Daddy, and her secondhand jacket went right with her.
She forgot about used stuff and tired muscles, and she just flew home.
Love is powerful like that.
Not stopping halfway,