Day with Mud

Sometimes we get the perfect gift. It's a rare treat when something lands in our hands that we didn't know we wanted. That is so exactly what we would've asked for had we known it existed.

This delightful situation is what all parents hope for on Christmas morning.

That we will somehow know our child better than they know themselves.

It doesn't usually work out that way.

There is rarely pony or a puppy under the tree.

This year without even knowing it my oldest daughter got the perfect gift.

Not for her though.

It was given with the thought that she would use it however other people in the house are better suited to it.

Like her sister.

She has possibly been born in the wrong time. Or in the wrong place - i.e. not a Disney princess classic. But she is reigning supreme in her hoopness everyday. Somehow able to navigate the wilderness that is our house in her splendor. So thank you to Oma for finding this treasure. Thank you also to a big sister whose sensibilities lie more a yogi's dress code

than a princess' one.