She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines.
She was beautiful for the way she thought.
She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.
She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad.
No, she wasnāt beautiful for something as temporary as her looks.
She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.
She is beautiful.
āAuthor unknown (I believe itās often misattributed to F. Scott Fitzgerald)
Mindful Moment With My Feet in the Cool Water
At one point, Gregās truck thermometer read 114 degrees, and even Iāa girl born in Georgia and raised in Alabamaāwas feeling the heat. Then this photo resurfaced, and I almost felt the cold creek water swirling around my ankles, stones pressed gently into my feet. We were outside Asheville, and I had slipped off my shoes, letting the current carry my stress away. Greg calls me Beauty, because he says Iām beautiful when Iām lost in a moment in a place I love.
