Beauty, Simplicity, and Joy

I grew up thinking that to look good, you couldn't be sweaty, have a face bare w/o much makeup, no-one looked good in a t-shirt, and you had to have shining hair.

That is until my husband....

He fell more in love with me after I gave birth to our sons (lots of sweating);

he loves my freckles...even the ones on my lip (which means I can't cover them up with makeup);

he says there is nothing better than me in any kind of shirt;

and he likes running his fingers through my hair whether shiny or not.

And while I still think some of those things I first mentioned can make you look pretty at times, I've come to understand the simple beauty that is a mother and her son; the joy that comes from an afternoon of simply playing with a child, and to him, bare skin with freckles is beautiful.