Nothing makes me want to buy my own pair of red cowboy boots as much as my daughter’s enthusiasm for hers. She inherited them from an older cousin, but she treasures them no less for being broken in. To her, they are the only option for fulfilling her mission to ride a horse and a lovely way to set her own fashion trends.
My daughter’s getting old enough now to not only have her own opinions about how we should spend our time, but also to have enthusiasm that makes for a good selling of her idea. When she gets those red boots of hers on, with her jeans or shorts or pajamas, her delight knows no bounds.
“LOOK AT ME!” she’ll trumpet to whoever’s in the other room. It’s the kind of joy that reminds me of what it means to be childlike, of what Jesus must have been thinking when he advised his followers to be like children.
AAhhh…..my baby. It may be a good thing that I don’t live closer. I would spoil her ROTTEN!!!
love & miss you!
She’s a girl after my own heart! I did the same thing with the boots and then grew up to have horses – watch out!
There is nothing in this world like red cowboy boots!
Hmm…I used to be like that. And in fact, when I was 13 and got my first (and only) boots for riding, real riding, well, I was as thrilled as I would have been at 2 or 3.
The love of the good stuff never goes away; it’s not about the boots, but about what they MEAN and what they can DO! 🙂
Sounds to me like she’s got it all figured out.
Anyway, sorry so behind in my reading, been crazy lately. I’ll try to catch up!
Isabelle has a pair of pink cowboy boots just like those that are still a size too big, and we argue several times a week about why she can’t wear them to the pool, grocery store, preschool, (insert destination of choice here!)I may have to actually hide them until her feet grow!
She’s a girl after my second son’s heart! He thoroughly enjoys wearing his red cowboy boots that his brother inherited from a friend’s son.