she's been begging me to sew her a dress. i had something different in mind - something fancier. but it just never happened. so i put it off.
then this thought crossed my mind - in 15 years when she pulls dresses sewn by mama out of her hope chest - is she going to care how fancy they are? nope. she's going to notice the love poured into them. and then we will laugh about what was in style.
and maybe, just maybe, this little simple dress will be passed on to a new generation.