I don’t blog much about everyday stuff since Instagram came into my life.
On an ordinary day after an ordinary bath, perched atop the vanity in the bathroom, Clementine stepped into the skirt I held out for her.
She stood back, smoothed out her shirt down and looked at herself in the mirror. A good, long look.
Yes, precious girl. You are beautiful.
And it is my prayer that you never forget – and that the world never causes you to doubt – that you are His masterpiece.
Perfectly, utterly and absolutely beautiful.