One of my best friends growing up was Laurel. I remember many things about Laurel, and one of them was that Laurel always had beautiful french braids.
Not only did my mom not know how to french braid, but also, my hair was so fine it slipped right out of rubber bands. French braids wouldn't last a minute in my hair. Also, there were those unfortunate hair cut incidents.
So I was quietly jealous over Laurel's thick, swinging, french braids.
She also had lovely, bright white knees socks that always stayed up, just so. They never bagged or slid like mine. Laurel had it together.
But now I have a second chance.
I have a little girl named Lilly.
And she looks just like Heidi with her blond, blond hair and her sweetest ever french braids.
I am going to learn to french braid her hair myself if we have to sit through 20 movies to do it.
Sacrifices must be made.
I fear it will not be easy. I don't think my hands are very coordinated and won't automatically "take" to this. Just like they didn't "take" to knitting.
But I will learn. I will overcome.
For Laurel, for me, for Lilly!
Who knows, Lilly may even be sporting some knee socks soon.
Guess what? It's fun having a girl!
With special thanks to Ginger for the braids!
(for the record, in the book, Heidi had short, curly dark hair, so Lilly actually looks nothing like Heidi. Why do we all think Heidi had blond hair and french braids anyway? Wasn't she Swiss?)