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Taken straight from the pages of my diary. I was sixteen. August 5, 1995:
“Someday, I want a little girl… …and I will dress her in Osh Kosh and little red Keds.”

I don’t think I had any idea then just how happy Osh Kosh & Keds would really make me…

It’s not about the coffee anymore or the way the sun stretches into our living room. It’s not my big white robe or that refreshing feeling that everything is new. Those are good reasons, yes. But, I have new reasons why I love mornings. I love…

…the way she’s not ready to give up her blankie yet ‘cuz she’s still a little sleepy…the way her bed head makes me smile …the way she goes into her food trance when she’s eating her scrambled eggs…the way her socks–at least one of them–always find a way of falling off in the night…the way her pudgy little fingers shove breakfast into that precious little mouth
Mornings are so delicious now.