We were looking through old pictures, and when Sutton saw this one, she squealed, “Heart shirt!”
Two words that quickly changed our lives.
The last time she’d worn that shirt was months earlier, and it wasn’t a big deal. Now, finding that shirt and putting it on was the most important thing in the world.
It barely fit her anymore, but she loved it. She wore it all day and went back to the mirror over and over to admire it – or to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, and it was still there. The next day, the first words out of her mouth were “Heart shirt!” She wanted to wear it again.
Finally, two days ago, I was tired of seeing it, and I was tired of seeing her diaper underneath it every time she raised her arms, because the heart shirt didn’t quite cover her back.
“Guys, let’s do something fun today,” I told them. “Let’s go clothes shopping!”
They fell for it.
I told Sutton she could pick out any shirt she wanted, as long as it was long-sleeve and they had it in her size. I figured she might wear something else if she felt some ownership of it. It was worth a shot.
She picked out five new shirts. Four of them were pink and the other one had a heart on it. Actually, I picked the heart one out for her myself. It was light blue, and she had no interest in it. “That’s for Bennett!” she insisted.
Maybe it wasn’t the heart she was into after all.
She couldn’t wait to show Daddy her new clothes when he got home at night. The next day, she didn’t even mention the heart shirt. She wanted the “flower shirt”. This one:
This morning, she asked for it again.
“What about all the other shirts we bought yesterday? Let’s try one of those.”
“No! I want my flower shirt!”
So here we go. Day 2 of the flower shirt. And counting.