Something Beautiful About Her

Trust me. I do not consider myself beautiful. Nor graceful.

This morning alone, I managed to almost drop my cup of Oatmeal at the company cafeteria, flinging brown sugar and raisins all about the floor and into various bins holding chips and snacks. After picking out all of the raisins from the cafeteria displays, I went up to the check-out counter only to be laughed at by the cashier because I had brown sugar all over the front of my shirt.

I've tripped over my own damned feet at least 4 times already and it's only 1:30 PM. I "almost" spill my soda at my desk at least once a day.

But something miraculous happens at times I least expect it. Last night, I put Sophia down to sleep around 7:30 PM, and I heard her wake up crying about 8:00 PM. I went and got her from her crib and sat down on the couch. She was clinging to her favorite stuffed elephant, Eleanor. I cuddled her in the crook of my arm and whispered to her how much I love her. I wiped away her tears. I told her how beautiful and sweet and wonderful she is. I gently kissed the top of her head until she fell asleep, and after that I held her for at least another 20 minutes, cuddling her and kissing her.

At that moment, I was beautiful, and graceful, and warm. And I was made that way because of my sweet wonderful little baby girl, my gift from God, and because God has moulded my heart into that of a good mommy.