Tonight, I feel pretty.
Not because I got my hair cut,
or because I have a new outfit.
Not because my make-up looks good
or because someone told me I look skinny.
None of those things describe me or my day today.
Tonight I feel pretty because I spent the day
caring for my sweet babies.
My hair, hastily pulled into a messy pony tail.
No make-up. Stretch pants and a t-shirt.
I feel pretty because as I got out of the bath tonight,
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above David's nightstand.
Semi-wet hair, slightly curled by my face from the hot bath.
My stomach, with its stretched and sunken belly button, and purple
trenches that show nothing more than that my babies grew inside my
small and willing frame.
My arms that lifted for me today.
My legs that ran.
My feet that chased.
My knees that bent to put my face level with Hudson's.
My hands that grasp and stroke cheeks and hair.
My breasts that nurse my darling Atley, which are some
of the moments of the day that I hold most dear.
I feel pretty because my body is capable and strong.
I am loved by my husband and children,
and I am a daughter of God.
Hannah Walke | C&G co.