I remember walking into the bathroom and finding this little twenty-one month old girl sitting inside the top drawer of the bathroom counter with her face shmeared with all ... and I do mean all ... of my "makeups" .... which was the only word she would say over and over when I caught her.
It hurts my heart to see little girls turn into beautiful young women.
It makes my heart leap just a bit, too.
We sewed a dress. We jewelry shopped. We youtube-d hair do's. We splurged on a manicure.
But in spite of our best efforts, believe if or not she was still prettier inside than out.