I have to admit. I am not very good at letting sister just randomly pick her outfit. I give her options, but not just full on pick whatever she wants out of the closet. Today I did.
This is the dress she picked.
There is a story behind this dress.
Blake and I bought it 10 years ago in Russia. We were there on a mission trip working with orphans.
We had just decided that we were going to adopt our children. It would be our "plan A".
We were at the market and saw this dress. It was a dream. That one day we would have a child to fill it. We were only engaged at the time, but my pumpkin of a love bought it. I fell deeper in love with him that day.
At that time we thought we would adopt internationally so our child would be older and possibly from Russia.
And here is our gorgeous African American princess loving this dress and having no clue what emotions it holds for her mommy and daddy.
