Today, I sat at McDonalds and stared at my daughter. She is beauty personified. The way the sun reflects off her hair. Her long lashes fluttering. The way she brushes her bangs out of her
eyes. The beautiful freckles that she
hates. The focus required to get every
last drop of hot fudge out of her sundae dish.
She is so much like me. So
sensitive. So trusting. Hurt so easily. Then, I think, “God, what am I going to do
when someone breaks her heart? How will
I bear that pain? What will I say to
her?” Today, love seems impossible. But, life goes on because it must. What I want you to know dear girl….
You. Are. Beautiful. Inside
and out. The most amazing girl I
know. I’m sorry that he hurt you. Sure, he saw your beauty. But he didn’t see beyond it. He didn’t get to see what I’ve been blessed
to experience every day of your life.
The kind, generous spirit. The
heart big enough to love the world. Wide
open, letting everyone in, no matter how many times it gets broken. The soft hands always willing to help. The glorious smile that lights up a
room. The melodious laugh that makes me
believe in angels. The shimmering tears
that are cried for things long lost. The
creative soul that can move mountains. He
didn’t listen to the articulate and perceptive thoughts you spoke or the happy
songs you sang. Someday, someone will
take the time to get to know that girl.
And they will love you. And they
will earn your love. And they will know
the incredible joy of being surrounded by the light that is you.
