I was attempting to make Easter outfits for the children.
I got pants done for the boys.
I got a dress done for Alden.
But as I was making Lydia’s dress, something seemed not quite right.

I finished it up and tried it on her.
Well, I tried to try it on her.
Too tight.  Way too tight.

So I took the bodice back off and decided to just turn hers into a skirt.
Even that wasn’t without trouble.

And as I got her to put it on and then back off…
…on and back off…
…on and back off…
I got frustrated.

I’d followed all the directions.
I’d made the same exact dress for Alden and it turned out just fine.
I tugged at it and pulled at it and started to tear up.
(Ugh…postpartum hormones, please settle down quickly!)

And she looked me in the eye and gently said,
“Well, it might not be perfect, but you did the best you could.
And it looks beautiful to me.”

She’s going to be a great mom one day!
(She’s a pretty great kid now!)