Bobby Socks and Tulliips

dress: Asos    belt: thrifted    hat: F21   shoes: Target

I couldn't let Easter pass without wearing a giant springy hat. I mean if there ever is a day to wear something giant and ridiculous on your head to church isn't Easter just the best choice? So yes, giant hat, check. Today as I sat in church and watched all of the little kids march up to the podium to sing their newly rehearsed Easter songs I couldn't get over how dang cute small human beings are these days. When did they get so tiny and....precious? All the boys with their hair slicked back and their teensy bow ties and shiny shoes, and the girls with their bright floral dresses and ruffled bobby socks to their ankles (I DIE!) I leaned over to Matt and whispered, "Our firstborn will be a boy. And 'lil Timmy will wear bow ties every Sunday. Bow ties and Converse." Matt gave me a wink and squeezed my arm. The kind of long squeeze that says, "I know what you're feeling, I love the crap out of you and you'll be a rockin' mom someday" and I just sat there with my head on Matt's shoulder, a little teary eyed, picturing what it will be like when one of those off tune song yelling children will be one of mine. I'll be the proudest mama on earth. Yes, yes I will.