You've waited all year.
You've planned and worked and cooked and wrapped.
Let tomorrow be what it was meant to be.
Celebration.
Love.
A second chance.
Giving.
Receiving.
Holy.
She is....
"I just can't get over how she doesn't look ANYTHING like you!!!" Said to me by a very nice, well meaning woman.
"So...her daddy MUST be blonde."Again...well meaning.
"Does she look like you?" Hummmm, what to reply.
I am not quite sure why in our society it is a compliment to tell someone that their kid looks like them. That some how resemblance is a good thing....a compliment of sorts. At first I thought, no it isn't, that is just someone pointing out an interesting fact. But think about it. When someone says, "your daughter looks just like you" the correct response back is, "ahhhh, thanks!"
THANKS-meaning, that was so nice of you to say.....a COMPLIMENT.
Just so happens I have some strong resembling features of my own mother. I got told that I looked like my mom a lot growing up. Just the other day someone said they figured out who I was in a crowd because I looked like my mom.
I now have two daughters of my own, a third on the way.
When people take the time to point out the OPPOSITE...the fact that your child does not resemble you, what is that?
I have no problem with the fact that they have some strong features of their dad's. I think he's kind of a cutie. I but why does it need to be emphasized how they DO NOT look like their mom.
The above comments are some of the STRONGER opinionated comments that I have gotten.
My point is this:
What is on the outside of my girls is only a fraction of who they are....when I look at my girls I see THEM.
Not my husbands almond shaped eyes that close when he smiles.
Not the bleach blonde hair like the little boy who grew up on the Florida coast.
Not the freckles dusted across her cheeks like her momma.
Not the dark blue circles around their crystal blue eyes like their grandpa's.
Not the flat hands like their great grandma Betty.
Not the heart shaped lips like on my own face....
I see Elliot.
I see Audra.
I see their personalities.
I see THEM.
So my new response is going to be, "your right, she doesn't look anything like me....she looks like Elliot....herself."
Pie....
I just down right love pie.
After this Thanksgiving I am convinced it's the apple's favorite way to be eaten.
Oh love.
On a gray day...
1.) I didn't drink my decafe coffee till 9:30 am today (I know, I know...it's only decafe but it still has a mental effect on your day)
2.) I forgot what a waistline looks like on a girl
3.) I think everyone should wear elastic waistband pants
4.) Three and a half is the coolest age
5.) If it's past 10:30 am I should be eating...again
6.) Pumpkins on the dinning room table are shriveling...it's time for them to go
7.) I broke out the Christmas music
8.) Gray days aren't bad days....just gray
Four legs...
Today I wish I was this dog....
or this cat....
cause seriously...what a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
The only thing better....
The only thing better than your favorite old shoes....are a new pair of boots.
Am I right... or am I right?
John Fluevog makes the coolest shoes that make the most ordinary person into a rock star.
I would be a perfect example. I like to wear mine to church...that's right...I like to rock on at church. I like making the old lady sitting next to me do a double take.
Through in a pair of fish net stockings and you've got quite a holy experience go'n on!
John doesn't mess around when he makes a pair of shoes....and you PAY for it.
But your feet will thank you. So very, very comfortable. The kind of shoe you can wear while your pregnant...now that is saying something.
I have a couple pair and will own them and wear them for the rest of my life.
Their like children. I tuck them in at night. No, just kidding...kind of.
Go check him out...but remember....your not at Payless Shoes any more.
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