Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them. ~A.A. Milne
It is eighty degrees and we hike our warm knee-high socks up. She swings them while she eats her breakfast. Her purple socks make her the best ice skater across our hardwood floors and her ballerina moves are just a little more flowing with these purple wonders.
I understand it. I am a girl.
I hold this moment in my heart for as long as I can as I watch those purple hearts swinging.