black, grey and all shades of pink

Yesterday the Morginskys happened to need to go out at the exact time it decided to snow. Mommy and maggie threw on whatever clothes were near and took daddy to his doctor appt.
I decided to take Maggie for a latte at the Starbucks while we waited. We went to the one on 21st near Vanderbilt. It was about 8:30ish and the work rush was in full swing. We people watched as I drank my very caffienated latte and Maggie ate a cranberry scone. Besides the guy with the hat that read, " Jesus is coming soon...Enough Said" we were the only ones not wearing black, grey or white. I had black sweats, a pink striped maternity top, purple scarf and purple hat with a flower on it...no makeup and freshly rolled out of bed hair. And of course, snow boots. Maggie had every shade of pink and her Ellie-hand-me-down shiny pink and purple snow boots. We were a pair. For a milla-second I wanted to have on a black suit and being having important meetings with steaming cups of expensive coffee. Then I realized that when ever someone looked over at us, they were beaming. Maggie in her hot bright pink, was nice welcome to the hustle of the morning coffee and commute. Sitting there, with a child who was content to people watch with me and eat her scone (and incidentally drink from a straw for the first time) I couldnt be happier and was so thankful I was tosseled and quite a stay-at-home-mom mess. I knew we would soon be back at home, where everyone else wanted to be, and making hot tea and watching the snow with my bright hot pink baby.