The other day I noticed a smattering of pale freckles spread across the bridge of Emma’s nose and under her eyes. I pointed them out and told her how I loved them. I pulled her close and placed my own kiss on the ones the angels had left. “I want to see the sparkles!” she said. At first I was confused, but then I realized she was talking about the freckles. I took her to the mirror and watched her delight when she saw that she had “sparkles” just like her big sister.
It reminded me of Sister Dalton’s talk to the young women. Her daughter spoke of “shiney” and mine talks of “sparkles,” but they both possess beauty for the same reason. It is their innocence, purity and goodness. When Emma said to me this morning, “Tell me I am beautiful!” there was no hesitation she is beautiful, just like her big sister.
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