Tonight we sat together as a family before bed to read Matthew. As we started to pray, you slithered off your bed, onto the floor next to me, and reached over to hold my hand.
Your eyes were closed tight and you were quietly listening and agreeing with your daddy's prayer. I couldn't help but steal a glance at you. Your hair was parted in middle, and I hate it that way... Not because it looks bad, but because you look like a 15 year old Disney Channel actress. Your bangs are growing out from the last time I cut them and you freaked out on me. Your wavey brown hair (which I KNOW you did not brush today) was pouring down your back, layered and longer than ever.
I know we don't have to tell you that you're pretty... You know it. We catch you dancing and twirling infront of the mirror all the time. But I also know what it's like to grow up from a girl into a woman. I know that at one time, someone will make you feel ugly, whether by word or by action. Don't listen to them. They're lying.
Listen here, little miss! You also need to remember that it's more important to be beautiful on the inside. One day your skin will grow saggy and wrinkly, but you will still be just as beautiful as tonight when you reached over to hold my hand.
I sure do love you,
Mommy
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