I didn't look in the mirror at all because what I see isn't all that encouraging. My hair has been carelessly thrown back into a ponytail for a week. I haven't bothered to put on make-up (not even sure I could find it in the pile of boxes in our new place). Whoever said zits is only a teenager problem was out to lunch. And upon recent closer examinations of my face in the glass, I have discovered wrinkles. I never thought that day would come! And why overnight?? I'm still hanging on to some baby pudge. Oh, and let's not forget the nice, bloody scab right in the center of the bridge of my nose. A present from Britt. I need to clip her nails. Do you get the picture here?
So instead of looking at all these imperfections in the bathroom mirror, I've decided to focus on the reflection I see in my daughters' eyes. My appearance is ever so much more than the outer shell from their point of view. When I look at myself through their eyes I really like what I see. I am BEAUTIFUL! A lesson can definitely be learned here.