Do you remember a time when you were a child and you thought something was just beautiful? I recall a home on the way to Spanish Fort when we would travel down there for tennis lessons. It was a two story home, with a porch on top and porch on bottom and had a rounded staircase that connected both. I seriously thought this was the most beautiful home I had ever seen. I wished that it would be my own. Later in life I saw the house again and I was not as impressed. It was not an ugly home, just not my choice for a dream location to live.
I thought of this earlier today when Charlotte decided to sport ALL of the Mardi Gra beads her Paw had given her. I had been hiding them for a later date and she found them. Before I knew it she had every single one of those beads around her neck. She looked up at me grinning with those bright, beautiful blue eyes and said "Petty" (pretty).
If only we could continue to see things through the eyes of a child and remember that beauty is, indeed, in the eyes of the beholder. :)
4 comments:
Hey Alison!
I know exactly which house you're talking about and I always thought the same thing! LOL. And later...the same as you! Charlotte is beautiful. Enjoyed your post. :)
I know exactly which house you are talking about. . . just drove past it yesterday actually :). Lisa and I used to think that place was amazing. . . .not so much anymore :)
I know, isn't it funny how things look so wonderful when you are little then later, you are like, "WHAT?" Funny, funny. And ya'll thought it was pretty too. Glad I wasn't the only one.:)
Those were great posts! Thanks for updating!! Looking forward to seeing you on Sunday for a bit.
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