The timing is impeccable. I am pondering words to offer up for this post when she descends down the stairs looking for me. She is so quiet I don't even hear her until the doorway frames her little frame. She stands there and says nothing; the twinkle in her eyes says it all.
She's all dressed up with a long flowing blue dress and stickers on her ears for sparkly earrings. Blonde wisps frame her face; some gathered up, but spilling down. The hand-me-down necklace from long ago that looks like diamonds drapes radiance about her neck.
She holds the folds of the dress in her hands and stands there in her splendor and looks up with her sweet face and lifts one hand and uses the back of it to wipe the falling tresses out of her eyes that match her attire.
I'm breathless with the beauty of my little one and I stoop down and I look right in her eyes. I tell her she's beautiful. I tell her she's loved.
Finally she begs the question, "You like it?" She's three and she looking for approval. She didn't even need to ask. I gather her in my arms and tell her again, over and over, that she is beautiful and she is lovely and she is loved!
She skips off, delighting, dancing with a calm and graceful assurance.
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Read more at Finding Heaven, where I am sharing as a guest writer today. Won’t you join me as we seek true beauty? I'd be honored!
Related:
True Beauty ~ Does it Actually Exist?
Being Transformed
{Although this is not from the book, Raising Your Children for Christ, it still very much fits into Intentional Motherhood, so I am keeping it a part of this series.}
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