An Easter Bonnet with Ribbons On It

Easter season is the only time of year I wish I had a little girl. Today at a store I admired the beautiful girly-girl dresses with ribbons and lace and crinoline under-skirts. Some have matching lacy gloves and - my favorite, crisp white Easter hats! I'm sure my mother would dispute this, but in my memory, I loved my Easter hat. I probably wore it total of 37 seconds before I ran off and left it somewhere, but in my mind's eye, I felt lovely and, I don't know, proper? royal? in the hat. I'm a boy-mommy, 51 weeks a year. I love the rough-and-tumble, cars and Star Wars guys. I cringe at the princess stuff and can't stand Bratz. Sure, I played Barbies, but while my friends' Barbies were dating and marrying, mine were off on adventures. When we played Star Wars, I was Han Solo, and when we played Speed Racer, if I couldn't be Speed, I'd be Racer X (once I had to be Sprocket). I want at least one more boy, I don't feel the need for a girl (though if God gives us one, I'll love her, no fears!), but in the spring, when the Easter fashions for girls fill up the stores like a garden blooming in lace, those days, I could picture being a girl's mommy. I wonder how Eddie would look in that hat . . .