My girl babe carries around a picture of her beloved cousin. She’s smitten with this two year old little man.
The picture is crumpled from the clutches of her hand while crawling or holding it in her hand with another toy. She doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter if he’s crumpled. She recognizes and loves him just the same.
It would be wonderful if we all recognized and adored each other despite our krinkles and wrinkles. We have work to do.
Amplifying Specks of Life 