It was just a little thing, really, but it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time. One of those standout mother-daughter moments that flashed through my head for a brief moment right after the ultrasound technician said “it’s a girl”. There are a dozen or so images I thought of that day. Big things, like her wedding day or prom and small things like her first dance class and her first pony tail.
I’ve been waiting for Everly to get old enough so that we could paint her toes together. I stopped painting my toenails during the winter months and when the weather turned warm, I kept them unpainted, knowing that if I showed up with red nails, Dovie would be asking for them too.
Two and half. Somewhere along the way I decided that would be a good age to do it and so I’ve waited. We’re nearly 2 weeks away from her official “half birthday” but with a beach trip next week and a vacation to Vermont the week after, I figured this would be the perfect time to do something extra girly with her.
I came home from my trip Tuesday with toes purposefully painted and it was the first thing Everly commented on when she woke up the next morning. “We paint my nails too, mama?” she asked me. ”Sure baby, as soon as I get home from work” I promised. And in true Everly form, she was already reminding me of my commitment the second I picked her up from school yesterday afternoon.
We laid out a blanket in the front yard and made a to-do of her big girl moment. She sat so still and watched my every move. When I was done, she was so proud of her bright little toes and was even hesitant to take her bath later that night for fear they might wash off.
A small, sweet experience, but one I will always remember. I thought back to that day I learned I was going to be blessed with a little girl and then I looked down at my reality- a precious daughter smiling back at me with her new red toenails.
To some it may seem insignificant, but last night, as we sat admiring our toes together in front yard, our little thing felt really big.