Yesterday a friend brought over a big box of hand-me-downs. The timing was perfect: the plan was to go find some lightweight jackets at the 2nd hand shop today. I am convinced that she was an instrument in the Lord's hands; now we have what we need.
Last night I didn't feel wonderful, so I didn't get that big box of clothes put away like I should have done.
This morning I just grabbed a shirt, a bright yellow shirt, and tossed it on the Monkey. I then went looking for some jeans to put under that yellow shirt. But before I managed to do it he brought me a lovely pair of maroon sweat pants, and grinned at me. The message was more than clear: "I want to wear this." So I put it on him. After all, toddlers can't be expected to know what looks good together, right? So, this is the result of his first time choosing his own clothes.