One day a week, just one, I try to get Elia to wear a dress. Sundays for church is the day. This past Sunday I showed her the dress, leggings and sweater I had chosen for her to wear and left the room. A few moments later, she walked out in utter play clothes. She pleaded with me to not make her wear a dress tearfully screaming, "DRESSES ARE MY ENEMY!"
I said "why are dresses your enemy, honey?"
She said, "dresses are pretty and pretty things are my ENEMY...seps (except) you, Mommy...and Nana."
Be still my heart! She immediately caught herself and realized I am in the pretty category along with her sister.
Love you more than all the dresses, Dolly!
