I was never a girly-girl.  In the princess dress, all-things-pink loving kind of way.  I played softball.  I tromped through bogs trying to find tadpoles.

I did play with dolls.  And I, uh, sometimes wore skirts.  But that’s about as far as my girlie ways took me.

I was more often covered in mud than glitter.

And then I had boys.  And when you think of what a textbook boy is, that’s what I got.  They’re obsessed with all things car, truck, train, plane and any form of automobile.  They constantly filthy.  They’re constantly picking their noses (and eating it – EW).  They’re constantly talking, and laughing, about bodily functions.  They pee all over the bathroom.  They LOVE GARBAGE.

So, I never had a chance, or a reason, to embrace girl stuff.  I mean, I owned a few pieces of clothing that were pink or purple, but only because they were cute and that was the only color they had in my size.  Heh.

But lately, things have changed.  I have to STOP myself from buying things in purple.  I scan store windows, racks of clothes and ads for purple tones.  I even bought purple shoes!  PURPLE SHOES!

Okay, so they’re flip flops.  But they’re purple.  And I love them.

Notice the purple toes?  Yeah.

I wear purple tops on a regular basis.

I see purple in random places.

I order online (sorry honey!) purple dresses.

This baby is coming to BlogHer with me!

Long story short, purple has taken on a whole new meaning.

And, even if it’s not purple.

I see this little girl everywhere.

And I will always be purple.  For Maddie.

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