The other day B and I were talking about the aging process.
I say the circles under my eyes have become pronounced and my eyelids are puffy.
He agrees with me, teasing: “Oh yeah! I see what you’re saying.”
Indignant Hope exclaims, “No!! They aren’t puffy at all. Your eyes are great!” This child defends me, thinks of me, only always sees the good.
Pretty baby, don’t you leave me. I have been saving smiles for you. I sing it to her at night.
I tell her, “One day, Hope, you will look at me and you will see the flaws (internal and external), and that’s ok. I want you to know that every day you’ve made me the happiest mother.”