This morning my newly 8yo daughter came downstairs for breakfast wearing one of my favorite cropped turtlenecks. It fit her perfectly in a stylish, oversized sort of way. I had this immediate, emotional flash forward to the next few years. Sure, she’s not a baby anymore, but now we can share clothes, and there’s magic in that too. I’m deep in a daydream, tears in my eyes, fully having a moment. And then she says “isn’t it great? It’s ugly sweater day at school!”