Tooo-oo!

She's in love.

We knew it would happen one day, but so soon?

We watched our little baby leap farther into little girlhood on Christmas day. Her affections - nay, her adorations - were won, her heart sent swooning, her loving gaze fixed.

Mama understands. Ain't nothing like a pretty pair of shoes.

She runs for them, points - "Tooo-oo?" - and insists that they go on her feet. She drags her coat to us - "Oat?" Then she pats the front door. "Go-wuh??"

And so we go. Doorsteps and tree bark, gas meters and puddles, birds and the daytime moon. A little hand encased in pink mitten reaches for our grasp, pink cheeks and a wide smile gleaming up at us in the wet winter light.




Manolo's got nothing on Kai. Grandpa and Gramamanda ... you couldn't have done any better!