Loved to Death

Eve knew, from the first time her eyes gazed upon all the sparkly shoes sitting on the shelf, which color was "the one" for her.

Red.

She's loved them ever since that moment. Loved them to death.



I can't pry them from her. Not that I've tried. I've come to the point in my mothering career where I've learned to let some things go. And that includes Eve wearing these shoes in public.

They make her happy. She loves them. And I love her.

I wish I could buy her a new pair but I don't live near the Target where we bought them at. Or any Target for that matter. And I haven't seen shoes similar to hers around here. Shopping is very, well, limited in this town. So, she wears them and it's okay.

Maybe not classy but it's okay.

And hey, at least we know we didn't waste our money.