I remember when I was about her age, my mom had these orange (!) patent leather shoes with orange ribbons that tied on the top and little tappy square heels. Every day I tried them on to see if they fit, listening to “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies.

They never did fit but I remember feeling so hopeful that they would.

Nowadays, I’m pretty disorganized myself. I have put aside clothes for the boys that I knew they’d grow into and later realized they had already grown through them. Good thing we can always pass things on, right??