Most days I don't feel beautiful.
Ten pounds of left over baby weight, stretch marks, pony tails, and sleep deprivation can do that to a person.
The other day Anna ran up to me armed with her hair brush, and asked me to do her hair.
"Why do you want me to do your hair, honey?" I asked as I began brushing.
"So I can be beautiful just like you, Mommy!" She replied with her impish grin.
Melt my heart.