esmé learned how to skip.
nothing earth-shattering, especially for her little age. surely she's years late on this one. but she's lean and lanky and elegant in other moves and i've long left behind those stressed-out milestone and developmental charts. i sort of feel that we all grow up at exactly the right speed.
plus i've never met a thirty-year old who couldn't skip. i have, however, met way too many adults who couldn't hold a conversation - or my interest - like mémé. it's wearing me out.
i thought it beyond lovely that she learned to skip at nordstrom while shopping with my mom. i skip when she's around, too. i may also skip at nordstrom.
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