miss-lindsay-campbell:
“What do you think mommy?” Alice’s expression was serious, as if they were deciding the future of humanity. She cared so deeply about everything, and Lindsay loved that trait she shared with her father. The mother hummed, walking further into the bedroom. “I like this one,” she decided, grabbing one of the dresses from him, allowing her fingers to brush Evan’s. “You haven’t worn it yet, don’t you think it would be fun to wear a new dress?” She tore her eyes off their daughter shortly, facing her boyfriend. “You both know we still have a few hours before we have to start getting ready, don’t you?”
Evan was grateful not to have to solve this dilemma, not wanting to lean into the patriarchal stereotype, but also knowing full well that he knew nothing of dresses. What he could say with certainty, though, was that Alice would look beautiful in either. With the brush of Lindsay’s fingers against his, he stood up and took his daily appreciation of his family. His sloppy smile broadcasting to the room How did I get so lucky? “Oh! That’s true, Mommy!” Alice jumped up and down once. “Thank you!” She beamed, hugging Lindsay’s leg before she ran back over to Evan so he could unzip the current, more casual dress she wore. “Uh...” Evan began, taking one hand from Alice’s clothes to tap the home button of his phone. The time blatantly telling the family that their hours to get ready were quickly disintegrating. “We have to leave at five right?” He also wasn’t dressed either. “Alice, can you get dressed all by yourself so Mommy and I can get ready? I’ve got to put my purple dress on,” he teased once more.

















