Flower“Mommy, am I pretty?”

“No honey, you’re beautiful”

My daughter was confused and was only wanting to know if she was pretty; if she was like the little girl on TV who mommy had called her pretty.  Of course she was pretty but beyond that, I saw beauty.

I told her that when you walk through a field, you see a lot of pretty flowers.  When you lean close and look at the folds of the petals, the detail of the center, smell the faint scent from the heart; you see beauty.

When you look at the sunset and see lots of colors, it’s pretty.  When you pause and look at the changing shades of red, orange pink as the suns slowly sets; you see beauty.

When I look into your eyes and see your amazing soul shining through; I see beauty.