In January, Isabelle turned 8 years old.
Being eight is kind of a big deal because it means you can be baptized a member of our church. Isabelle decided she wanted to be baptized, so we started to plan for the special day.
Traditionally, girls will wear pretty white dresses after they have been baptized. It's not required (I wore a black dress after my baptism), but Isabelle expressed an interest in getting one, so I began the search for a dress she might like.
After a lot of online browsing, I went to an actual store to see some dresses in person. I absolutely fell in love with the dress pictured above, top row, second from the right. I loved the pleats and the simple broach on the waist.
Not long after, I brought Isabelle to the store so she could try on the dress I knew she'd love.
With wide eyes, she glanced at all the dresses and focused in on one that I did not like at all. I tried to redirect her attention to my favorite dress, but it didn't work. Eventually, we took both into a dressing room and it was obvious which dress we'd end up buying.
Her face glowed and her smile was so genuine as she stared at herself in the mirror, wearing the dress she picked out.
The glow faded and the smile disappeared when she tried on anything else.
When we left the store, her smile had returned as we carried her favorite dress out to the car. I, on the other hand, was disappointed and then felt guilty for letting it bother me.
On the day of her baptism, Isabelle looked beautiful. She was wearing the dress that she loved so much, and I could tell she felt special.
And that is what I ultimately wanted for her.
So, mission accomplished...just accomplished differently than I expected.