Since I didn’t think to take a picture, allow me to paint one. This afternoon my two year old came into the kitchen with a well-worn, little-bit-torn princess night gown.
“Please put this on me, Mommy.”
And I did.
“See, Mom? I so pretty!”
And she was.
Tangled, ratty mess of a mane, splayed by the static of winter’s dry air. Dark blue marker streaks up and down her legs and belly from an earlier art session. Dirt smudged near her eyes and mouth, sign of a beautiful spring-like day fully enjoyed.
She was a sight.
And yes, so pretty.
My prayer is that my girls never stop creating, never stop digging in the dirt or shooting hoops in the wind, never stop being who they are all in the name of looking good. I pray they are always certain of their beauty, inside and out. It is absolutely a finer thing.
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