For Her

I mean, it has to be for her. Just for her. Size or price tag, bless little kids, so irrelevant. Compared to being in someone's mind.

For her, six years old, I had to think of what she liked. How she dressed, what types of toys the family got for her birthday.

She is the girly-girl I found so... inconceivable. Unrealistic. She is much cuter and decidedly more feminine. Certainly prone to grow up into a beauty.

Then, make her feel special and even prettier. Buy her something to catch her eye and the eyes of those around her. What to best stoke her imagination. What would she enjoy wearing on her head?

Flowers. Butterflies. Sparkly is a must.

Though it isn't easy.

Shopping for a little girl as I learned. Maybe it's not having been as sweet and so naturally pretty?

I don't know. All I know is I am the simple, frumpy nerd and weeb.

Though I had only so much money for cute little accessories to go with a pretty colored brush; painless on the hair, handle made for a little child's hand. So she can do her strokes all herself.

When I think of her, I think of what she'd look pretty in. She liked very much to look nice, her mother dressed her up so nice. From the very start it was little dresses and sparkles.

If it ever gets to be my choice, I'll spoil the little kids: my cousins, nephews, and nieces as much as I can.