When you’re five

When you’re five, a sandal makes the perfect boat for your Barbie and Polly Pockets.

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Nevermind the fact that you have an actual BOAT for your Polly Pockets in the house somewhere. The sandal is better… when you’re five.

When you’re five, a stack of wood makes the perfect bed for your Barbie and Polly Pockets.

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And, yes, you also have actual BEDS for your Polly Pockets. But a stack of wood is better… when you’re five.

When you’re five, you can get away with wearing wooly Crocs with a dress. Because the sandals are busy acting as boats. This is much more important than a silly thing like fashion… when you’re five.

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When you were five, Avery, you filled my heart with wonder, every day. You made me laugh, a lot. I never tired of staring at you and wondering whose eyes you have, whose hair you have, whose elbows and knees and cheeks you have. I picked you up and held you close in my arms, just because I still could. I knew that, with each passing day, you were leaving another piece of my baby girl behind. I wanted to remember every conversation, every smile, every moment… when you were five.

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3 Responses to When you’re five

  1. Emily says:

    Wooly crocs aside, she is a beautiful little girl and you are most definitely blessed!

  2. MommaC says:

    I absolutely love this!

  3. Erin says:

    I must be feeling especially hormonal today… b/c even though I wrote this last night (and know what it says!), I just read it again… and teared up.

    I’m a sad case!

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