Going through pictures I came across a photo of my son when he was three. It's not special because he was dressed in a nice outfit (obviously not). It's not special because we were at an important place or event. But it is special to me because this "outfit" at the age of three was what he LOVED to dress in. Under Roos (remember those) and cowboy boots. If I would of let him, he would have worn them everywhere, including church. I remember thinking that "I COULD NOT WAIT" until he grew out of that stage, they wore out or he grew out of them.
................... now, what I wouldn't give to have my little boy run around the house in his under roos and cowboy boots.
(Thank goodness for scanners. My new best friend)