You know when your little girl goes through that princess phase...
particularly Little Mermaid...
and you swear there are remnants of Ariels orange wig still in the house.
then there's the cowgirl phase ...
that includes the Target hot pink cowboy boots and any tee that has a pony on it.
then the inevitable Polly Pockets phase
that you pull out of your vacuum or inbetween your toes every other day...
then the cowgirl phase ... again...
that turns into her birthday theme for like... 3. years. straight.
then The Littlest Pet Shop phase ...
that you store in a large tote under her bed...
because you're still kinda attached to those cute little fellas.
{you... not her}
then that cowgirl phase... STILL
that has now officially taken over her room...
and you find yourself buying horse bedsheets
and displaying all her horses on shelves...
because she is "hoarder status" and there is no more room under her bed.
then the current Lalaloopsy phase ...
that causes her friends to call to see if she has the "next big" Lala.
Cause that's important when your 10 years old.
She loves them so much she builds houses for her Lala's out of empty beer boxes.
{for reals... she prefers the 12pk box}
And then, there's that cowgirl phase...
when she spent every. single. penny. of her Christmas and birthday money ...
on "real" cowboy boots.
All the while I stood there with my mouth open and hands shaking...
watching her count out all her money to the clerk...
for cowboy boots that weren't hot pink and trendy...
but instead were real leather... with real handmade stitching...
you know... the real the mccoy.
That time I came to my senses and realized that it's actually NOT A PHASE...
BUT it's "her thing"... her passion... her love...
... that runs deep into her soul.
