A princess always has to look her best.
For Zoe, this meant wearing all of her finery. As a base, she was wearing her Hello Kitty dress. This is a shirt with short, ruffled sleeves, the word CUTE on the top and a hot pink tulle skirt on the bottom. On her feet she is wearing her translucent purple Ariel princess high heels. Around her neck are two plastic bead necklaces, one pink, one purple, as well as a pair of blue and pink plastic binoculars. On her head she is wearing a headband of golden hair, as well as a blue pointed tiara with Elsa featured prominently in the center.
In this outfit she stands at the top of the rear staircase of our home asking in her sad voice for me to carry her. Scooping her up in my right arm I explain as we descend that until she is too big or my back finally gives out, I will always carry her. When I place her feet on the kitchen floor with a loud plastic clack I ask her if she will carry me once she is big enough.
"Of course!" she replies.
At some point after this she is back in my arms and she turns to me and asks, "Will you marry me?" Having never been proposed to before, I'm not quite sure what to say except, "Yes." It was an incredibly flattering moment and if my wits had been intact, I would have taken a picture of how awesome she looked.
After the proposal we went to the Penn bookstore to, as she put it, "Buy daddy a present, like a Star Wars book." I am fairly certain that everyone who passed her, whether she was riding on my shoulders or sauntering in her plastic shoes, had a smile on their face to see this golden haired princess who wanted to marry me.
The following day when we got home she asked me if I would marry her again. How could I say no?
For Zoe, this meant wearing all of her finery. As a base, she was wearing her Hello Kitty dress. This is a shirt with short, ruffled sleeves, the word CUTE on the top and a hot pink tulle skirt on the bottom. On her feet she is wearing her translucent purple Ariel princess high heels. Around her neck are two plastic bead necklaces, one pink, one purple, as well as a pair of blue and pink plastic binoculars. On her head she is wearing a headband of golden hair, as well as a blue pointed tiara with Elsa featured prominently in the center.
In this outfit she stands at the top of the rear staircase of our home asking in her sad voice for me to carry her. Scooping her up in my right arm I explain as we descend that until she is too big or my back finally gives out, I will always carry her. When I place her feet on the kitchen floor with a loud plastic clack I ask her if she will carry me once she is big enough.
"Of course!" she replies.
At some point after this she is back in my arms and she turns to me and asks, "Will you marry me?" Having never been proposed to before, I'm not quite sure what to say except, "Yes." It was an incredibly flattering moment and if my wits had been intact, I would have taken a picture of how awesome she looked.
After the proposal we went to the Penn bookstore to, as she put it, "Buy daddy a present, like a Star Wars book." I am fairly certain that everyone who passed her, whether she was riding on my shoulders or sauntering in her plastic shoes, had a smile on their face to see this golden haired princess who wanted to marry me.
The following day when we got home she asked me if I would marry her again. How could I say no?
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