Tonight we had a mommy/daughter shopping date. I needed something to wear to a wedding, so K tagged along and tried on dresses with me. And when I say she tried on dresses, I mean she tried on my dresses. Silly girl. She was dancing through the store having a blast picking out cute things for me to try on (and she has pretty good taste - aside from her obsession with leopard-print clothing!).
Shopping and trying on anything isn't much fun when you're a post-chemo, post-surgery, post-radiation cancer survivor. I have ten extra pounds I'd love to be rid of, I have fake cleavage and super short hair. I'm not sporting my usual sun-kissed look because radiation patients have to avoid the sun like the plague. My port sticks out by my collarbone, so I had to nix several dresses that I really liked because of the neckline. I don't look like the me I want to look like.
Nothing looks "good" on me.
But you know what? Seeing my daughter trying on my ladies dresses and having her there to zip the zipper I couldn't reach and tell me how pretty I looked and hearing her belt out Katy Perry's "Roar" from the next stall in the fitting room.....somehow something I wasn't looking forward to ended up being a whole lot of fun. Because my little girl is fun.
As I'm writing this post, K is Skyping with her daddy. She's in her bedroom and he's in the living room. I just heard her tell him, "I have a green tongue Daddy. Want to see it?"
This beautiful, quirky, sweet girl makes my heart happy.
(And I bought not one but TWO dresses - and she picked out both!)