Nothing really, except a trip to Target today to get her first (yes, FIRST) pair of proper walking shoes. White, velcro strapped, with just a little silvery glitter.
Neither of the kids are feeling so great. We all have what I’m calling a micro cold.
No worries. We’ll do the proper birthday thing, albeit low key, this weekend.
She doesn’t know she’s one. She doesn’t know about birthdays or any of those things we are SUPPOSED to do. She just knows that life is good, she is happy and healthy, and now what a brand new pair of sneakers feels like. (Not as good as bare feet.)
Zoey ended up with my photo prop for Maddie’s little session. It’s all good.