I can look at a million pictures of myself and pick apart each piece of it, but the beauty I see is in me not just on my face. I love that my children think I’m beautiful all the time. I love that I share the same color eyes as my dad. I
love it when people look at me and say “WOW, you look just like your mom or my aunt.” I love seeing my girls notice each freckle we share and embrace our beauty marks. My face is a reflection of my family past and my family to come. I was made by God and He thinks I’m perfect.
