A Compliment for Mommy

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The other day as I was helping my tots get into their snow clothes to go outside to play {for all too short a time before coming in to get undressed because it’s cold}, Chloe looked at me and said,

Mommy, my favorite thing about you is your face. It’s beautiful because it always has a smile on it.

I smiled, hugged her and sent her outside, but my heart was full and happy.

And guilty.

Because my face does not always have a smile on it.

My tone isn’t always kind, nor is it always gentle.

I’m not always patient.

I don’t always see the beauty in the mess.

But I’m trying; more often I’m choosing peace.