I found "the perfect" dress at Banana Republic for Annaclaire's upcoming graduation. When I showed her a photo of it, she said, "Mom, you can't wear white. I'm wearing white."
I brought the dress back to Banana. When the salesperson asked what was the reason for the return, I told her that my daughter "didn't want to be in the same color dress as me when she graduates from college."
Just as the magnitude of the moment struck me, a young mommy walked in with a little girl on her hip. I quickly left the store teary-eyed, for that was once me and Annaclaire.