Last night, I was flipping through a catalogue admiring the clothing and models.
Once in a while I found myself sighing, wishing I was thinner, or more stylish.
Gideon snuck up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and glanced at the catalogue pages.
His expression went sour, and he made a gagging sound. Then he hugged me tighter and said, "I think that you need to model these clothes; why do stores have models made such scary faces?"
I laughed, but after a while I thought to myself how grateful I am for a husband who isn't fooled by the world of fashion, and appreciates me even though I'm not a size 0 and I've never had the courage to dye my hair.
I think the world could use more men and women who see beauty in natural simplicity, and who love a genuine personality (quirks included).
I hope that I can always find beauty in "flaws" that make each of us unique.
And even though I still love to browse through catalogues, and keeping up on new styles, I hope that I can always appreciate my personal uniqueness and be happy to be me.
Happy Thursday, friends.