I recently put this picture up as my profile shot on facebook.  Max had taken it while we were hanging around in the van one day, waiting to pick up his brothers.  I thought it was nice so I asked my sister to clean me up a little.  She did an amazing job.  Because I have the sweetest friends in the world, I got tons of comments of how beautiful I looked in that picture.  It made me feel really good.  Then, ironically, it made me critical of my appearance.  This isn't completely the normal me.  I have dark circles under my eyes and lines and scars and deep wrinkles.  I started wishing for more of the edited version of me to exist.

It's weird because I think compared to most girls I don't even think about my appearance that much.  I mean, I do want to look cute and nice, but it's not at the front of my mind.  Why is this?  I think it's because of you.  Ever since the first time you were brave enough to tell me how pretty I was, there hasn't been a day that has gone by without you affirming my looks.  Wow.  The way you point out how cute I am makes me way less consumed with my outward appearance.  That is really an incredible gift you have given me, Jeff Kurtz.  

The other day I was feeling a little gnarly, about ready to head to the shower, when Caden looked me in the eye and said, "You look like pretty stuff.  Every part of you."  Do you know how great that feels?  I knew he had learned that from his daddy.

Thank you for seeing everything beautiful about me, edited or not.