Ella has always had her own style. She likes to mix colors and patterns. She has no problem with combining stripes and plaids, don't tell her it isn't okay. She mismatches her socks. Who has time for all that matching?
She discovered jeans and that they are what her friends would call stylish. She had on a new pair and was delighted to be wearing them.
She turned to her dad and said, "if I can get a black tank top with these jeans, I'd look awesome."
At that point, I just said to Noah, "we've lost her."
And then the mom tears came. She's got her own sense and it's no longer cute stuff with animals and flowers and bows. It's older now. I knew this day would come. I was just hoping it would be tomorrow.
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