Sunday mornings are pretty chaotic at the Davidson house. As anyone with little kids can attest to, getting everyone fed, dressed, and out the door on time for church (or anywhere for that matter!) is quite an accomplishment. So this morning, we were sitting at the table, trying to have a nice (rushed) family breakfast. I'm in my wrinkled pajamas, hair pulled back, feeling drained from very little sleep, while a thousand things are going through my mind as I'm trying to organize enough just to get out of the house. Ella says quietly, "Mommy, you look really pretty today."
Wow. Once again I am reminded that the things I think matter really don't matter. The moments that seem ordinary are really the most precious. And here I am lucky enough to have this wonderfully intuitive, thoughtful, little girl who thinks I am pretty even when I think I am at my worst. Thank you, God, for the sweetness of daily life and the blessing of my daughter.