Girlie Dress

In March of 2012, a little over a year ago, I was expecting. For about a week. I was convinced within myself that it was a girl. Never doubt a mother's intuition. But then, after about a week, everything changed and I knew I wasn't expecting anymore. At that time, I was 49 years old. God knows best.

But I had this thing I did right after that, I bought some little baby girl dresses in pink patterns, that I found cheap at the thrift store. "Just because." It was just something I had to do, to remember that week of scary, joyful excitement, over the precious beginning of a (perhaps) baby girl.

Well, this last week I happened to see another itty-bitty cute pink dress at the thrift store, so I bought it. I just had to, even a year later. I washed it and hung it on the line to dry in the spring Oklahoma breeze. The other dresses are in storage, but this dress, I hung on a little decorative hanger by my sewing table. It's just sweet to look at and makes me smile.