Beauty. It’s a hard word to swallow in this over-thin, over-weight, over-critical culture. My daughter is one year old. I want to imprint beauty into the wet cement of her soul. I want her to see herself through beauty’s eyes. Inside and out. Do you? Do you see beauty spilling out of your reflection in a friend’s eyes? One Friday one year ago over one hundred women spent five minutes writing about beauty. It’s still one of my favorite things keep reading…
I work from a desk in the corner of our kids’ small playroom. Full time. Usually more. For two years now. Managing social media {and the website (in)courage} for DaySpring, the Christian subsidiary of Hallmark. It’s the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. Right now there is a baby girl at my feet playing an annoying musical toy and two boys playing the Wii in the living room. There is a small, wet dog asleep in her bed on the keep reading…
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My mom used to dance in the mornings. A happy, shameless jig in her PJs right there out in the driveway as my dad drove us off to school. She’d dance and wave and grin and I could feel the love well up from my toes to my nose. It spilled out of me – this being someone’s daughter. Loved. Cherished. Celebrated. She’s been dead now 18 years to the day since I turned 18. Time passes and with keep reading…
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I see you there. Aching with tired and the desperate hope for a few moments alone this evening. I see you cleaning that carpet again. I see those dishes that are on a constant rinse and repeat cycle. I see you settle down and get up and settle down and get up and settle down and get up a hundred times before 10pm. I see you wondering where the melody is in this repetitive rhythm of motherhood. I see you keep reading…
My tiny human, my gorgeous darling, my little one – you are a girl. You are our first girl and I will never stop celebrating it. You are a gorgeous, dimpled, delicious, just-one-year-old baby girl. And my darling, there’s some stuff that comes with being a girl that I want to tell you about. Most of it’s wonderful. We’ll have hours over late night coffee dates to talk about that. I’m already planning all the desserts I want to learn keep reading…
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Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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