It's Really Okay. In Fact, More Than Okay...

I sat in my bathroom today while my daughter gave me a manicure. She sawed this way and that with the purple emory board. As she painted my nails, she scraped so much polish off the brush that it was nearly a "dry brush" manicure. She painted them sideways. There was lumpage. Smudging.

I didn't say a thing. Except this: Thank you! I love it.

I went out to dinner with my girlfriends, and everytime I looked at my hands, I thought of my precious daughter, and her sometimes incessant, sometimes appropriate need to just be with me. And I was humbled that at times, I'm downright stingy with my minutes. So, at that point, I felt thankful for her presence in my life. And my hands have never looked more beautiful.