I always wanted daughters. I was thrilled both times when the adoption agencies had girls for me, and Gigi was the most wonderful addition to our family. Despite the heartache I am enduring now with one of my girls, I would never have traded the experience of parenting three daughters for anything. Until 2006, however, when Gigi joined us at 18, I never had a daughter who would wear anything that looked "boyish" to her. I swear, this is not something I fostered. When I was walking through the store and saw these unbelievably vibrant, wonderful shirts, I thought how there would have been no way that I could have talked either Older Daughter or Younger Daughter into wearing one of them with a pair of overalls, which I would have thought looked terrific. I also thought I was sorry they were only in little boy sizes, because Gigi would wear one of the blue ones now with some baggy jeans and white sneakers. And she'd look great.
(Thank you to my good friend, Rev. Dr. Mom, who pointed out that I messed up the numbering of my posts. It is now corrected.)