So, in light of my far too intense thought life, I figured I would begin with freckles. Nothing too shocking there, right? This is a safe subject if there is such a thing. I promise I won't delve into how I felt about freckles during the first half of my life. Keep it light...
I love my freckles. I don't love sunscreen or having to hide in the shade and dodge the sun rays while everyone else is soaking them in. But I have to say, I love that I am unique. I love that God made me me.
I love that i look at my girls and see little brown kisses dotting their noses and I can say, "yep, they're mine." I love that Brett has a few on his nose as well. Just a few, mind you. You have to be close enough to kiss him before you can even see them. That's how I know he's mine as well; I can see them when I steal a kiss.
So while everyone is shopping for the summer essentials I will be hunting for my own list of things.
1.) the latest sunscreen available that is SPF 50 or higher(broad spectrum of course), fragrance-free, won't leave a white residue on the skin and is less than $10 a bottle... I go through a ton it in the course of a Florida summer!
2.) lightweight long sleeve shirts (but not white... sunscreen turns them yellow)
3.) a tasteful hat that will shade my face and still look cute. (not like I'm getting ready to go work in the fields) The key is to be protected and still look good doing it.
4.) the largest beach umbrella available
5.) a small hand held umbrella for when shade it not readily available.
So yes, being freckled carries a little larger responsibility in a state when 90% of the year is spent enjoying outdoor activities. But I don't mind. I really enjoy my freckles. See, nothing too intense about that, right?
Sawyer calls Kate freckles. That counts for something. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you mom 4 my freckles i LOVE them 2 ! (heaven knows i have a ton of them) (:
ReplyDeletefreckles are beautiful but nobody wears them as beautifully as you!!! Love you tons!
ReplyDeleteThat freckles are beautiful, I have no doubt. I learned that lesson over 34, nearly 35, years ago. In June of that year, this wonderful new beauty entered my life. Earlier that same year, I dreamt of this beauty, I was seven months pregnant and in my dream she was born, lovely, healthy, happy and fully dressed in the pinkest, frilliest dress one can imagine. Like Charlotte observing her final Web, I smile when I consider the intricacies of her beauty. She grew to love not pink and frills, but clean lines and greens and browns! Nevertheless, the Beauty grew and her beauty grew outward and it grew inward and today, God uses her beauty to touch lives, to comfort broken hearts, to lend a helping hand. She fills our lives with a unique and beautiful joy that only she can bring. I love you more. ")
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