Oh. My. Goodness.
This week I was blindsided by one of the most precious compliments I’ve ever received in my life. It was precious because it was spoken with the sweet honesty and innocence that could only come from a six year old.
Please enjoy this week’s Comment of the Week from Rebecca Ogle in reply to Sinking Toes Into the Sand:
My oldest daughter Abby (6) was watching the video with me. She asked me “mommy is she from Disney land?” I answered “No, Why?” Abby replied with “Because she looks like a princess.”
Please pass this along to Abby.
Honey, thank you. You just made my week, if not my month. These days, there isn’t much that can compete with the high of raising Bennett, but you just caught me off guard in the most exhilarating way!
Let’s talk princesses.
Growing up, I always wanted to be Ariel. Nothing seemed more exciting than the mermaid life. Whenever I was in a pool, I’d act like my legs were one big fin and flap around pretending that I wasn’t human.
And though Ariel seemed the most fascinating, I definitely identified more with Belle. She was a bookworm and a dreamer, same as me. Libraries were special, magical lands and we weren’t content to be common.
But I doubt you saw Belle in that video the other day.
Physically, given the short, dark hair and strikingly white body, there was a little bit of Snow White action going on, huh? At least that’s what I’m speculating. But I could be wrong.
Abby, I haven’t given much thought to princesses in a while, but you’re words just flattered me so! Now I want to revisit all the classics, put on a shimmering gown and sing my way through the weekend! Thank you for asking your mom if I was from Disney Land. I could only hope to be so enchanting.
You, my dear, must be the princess.