I was looking at my stomach last night and realized something. I was so bummed when I got four new stretch marks from Damien while I was pregnant. I was also bummed because two different bug bites left scars. Now, I look back and think of how stupid of me that was. Those six marks on my abdomen are now some of the most precious things in my life. I am still not too thrilled about the massive amounts of stretch marks from my other kids, but then again I have them and everything that they do to give me joy.
I guess it just struck me as odd how much that we can really be upset about something and then that very same thing becomes something of indescribable value.
Just my two cents for the day.