Jaia got a pair of boots from her Grandma Lois for Christmas. We went shopping at Zara and after seeing them, she would think or let me think of nothing else. She HAD to have them. HAD to. And believe me, I did all I could to sway her. But she HAD to have them. Who was I to say no?
So we brought THE boots home and for the next few days I would occasionally find Jaia sitting on the floor with a pile of baby wipes or paper towel beside her after having cleaned the bottom – even though she had never worn them outside.
For weeks after they were all she wanted to wear. With jeans, with dresses, with her pyjamas. They were the first thing she thought of and put on when she woke up and the last thing she’d peel off at the end of the day.
These boots are not old yet, but they are already very well loved. And the bottoms? Still immaculate. We’ll have to see if she lets down her guard and wears them outside once the weather warms up…
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