Yesterday I finally got to wear the gold shoes I blogged about here. I wore them to church on a day when I took my two little boys-by myself. Taking my boys to church by myself is sort of like taking monkeys to church. My three-year-old is pretty good but yesterday he was feeling a little needy and grouchy and my ten-month old simply never stops moving, he climbs all over me and the pew for the entire meeting. They have a tendency to want to go opposite directions. I always finish the first meeting feeling frazzled and there are still two more hours to go. Luckily I was wearing what I have taken to calling my princess shoes (a suggestion from my three- year-old). They sparkled and shined through all three meetings and made me feel pretty even though I was a tiny bit overwhelmed. Thank heaven for pretty shoes. Sometimes they are the only thing that gets me through church.
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