We were rushing out the door to make it on time (okay…we were just hoping for 10 minutes late) and I look down and see this tattered, little asymmetrical sensation (INSERT PICTURE HERE). So I audibly groan and inform my Mims that her shoes do not, in fact, match. To which she knowingly responded, “I know. I like them like that. They’re rainbow feet.” And she joyfully bounced to the car. Today I am thankful for a kid who exudes the self confidence, I’ve always longed for. I am grateful that she (hourly) forces me to question which rules are really worth following, and which rules are really even more ridiculous to enforce than say, two left feet. I am grateful that God gave me kids that teach me far more than I teach them. Even though she drives me bonkers, sometimes I think I look up to that kid.