I had a thought once, which I may have shared with some of you. It was this:
If only we could love our bodies as our mothers do.
I thought it again when I was looking at Annie’s feet this morning (while she was busy doing something– she’s always busy doing something) and thinking, “Gosh, I love those feet!” It’s like I could pick them out in a lineup of a thousand three-year-old feet.
My hope for my daughters is that they always love their feet as much as I do.