During our girls' afternoon, we somehow got onto the subject of tatoos and piercings. Kim's son is a couple of years older than mine and she was wishing aloud that he would never get a tatoo or a piercing. That she loved to go into his room at night and look at his perfect skin and his perfect body.
I can so relate. My son's skin is so soft - so smooth (except for the various bites and scrapes). His body is well made, which matches the sunny soul and happy personality that lives inside of it. He is, in short, the most beautiful person I've ever encountered. That may be the mommy in me talking, but I really think that he might be God's reminder of what perfection is.
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