A few days ago we went to Target and while we were looking for snow-boots she fell in love with a pair of sparkly pink princess shoes. She started sobbing when we couldn't find them in her size and I said we had to go. Tears streaming down her cheeks. I found a box at the back of the shelf and the joy on her little face was priceless. She clutched the box all the way round the store and is completely and utterly in love with her new shoes.
Today she wore them to pre-school - totally impractical for playing outside in the almost freezing cold, but she insisted and I said, just for today, it was OK.
At college a good friend of mine had a pair of red high heeled shoes - a kind of grown-up version of Lexi's pink sparkly ones. They had impossibly high heels and sequins and satin - completely not the kind of shoes she ever wore, but she had to have them and they were always on a shelf high up in her room. A little whisper from inside - the little girl who loved to play and have things pretty and shiny and not always practical. I loved that she kept them there, on display for us all to see.
Sometimes when we grow up, life becomes so much about being sensible and mature and doing the practical thing. Sometimes we let it get a little grey and mundane. Maybe it's a good thing for all of us to let a little of the pink sparkly into our lives ... a reminder to play ... to laugh a little ... to have fun and to let ourselves be in love with something beautiful and magical for no reason other than that it makes us smile and feel a little giggly inside.
Wishing you a weekend with a bit of sparkly thrown in.