Belle

I remember buying this dress for Eleanor. She was slightly older than Mabel is now, and we bought it for her to wear to the live action Beauty and the Beast. It was poofy and glittery and gave a satisfying swish as she glided across the room. My Mama’s Heart was full as I experienced this moment that I’d dreamed about for years, and she’s worn it happily over and over again during the three years since.

This morning it is Mabel’s turn. It’s longer on her than it was on Eleanor, and she has to hold it up to walk, but her smile is just as bright, and the swish is just as satisfying, as it was when her big sister first wore it. Her satisfaction as she strokes the layers of her skirt and says “Pretty! Pretty!” is just as filling for my heart as it was when the gown was new.