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.