A vintage post of mine about wee Puppy's shoes--Orange--managed to make runner-up in the Scribbit September Write-Away Contest. A small, but happy thing in my week.
At the risk of oversharing: my whole life I've heard Mr. Rogers singing "I'm proud of you, I hope that you are proud of you, too" inside my head whenever something good happens. This is what a lifetime of PBS has done to me. Does anyone else have a childhood song you just can't shake?
I also want to point you to one of the other runners-up, who coincidentally was fellow adoptive parent Tongga Mom. She wrote an excellent piece about race, colorblindness and transracial parenting: Seeing Color. Definitely worth clicking through to read.