Saturday, March 23, 2013


So I was laying on the couch, with my arm raised above my head.  My daughter comes over, strokes the hair under my arm and says "oooh pretty".  I'm trying to hold onto to that memory and the smile it inspires.  Whenever I feel down or dowdy, my aim is to behold myself as she does, to her, my mere presence, just as I am, without any work at all is beautiful.

1 comment:

Sherry said...

So beautiful. You have one wise young lady there!