true.love

yesterday i posted this picture of Eli and me. 

i honestly hesitated a lot about posting it, 

when i first looked at it all i could focus on everything that was wrong with me in it. 

i thought about apologizing for & bringing attention to all the things that i hated about myself. 

[cue: low self-esteem sequence.] 

but then one look at that sweet little boy's face in the corner just made me forget about my own self-worth issues.

that little boy in the corner doesn't care what i look like, 

or how i dress, 

or how my body is shaped, 

or how my hair is cut, 

or how big or small i am, 

or how many zits i have on my face, 

or any of that physical stuff that i constantly obsess over. 

what that little boy cares about is that i'm his mommy. 
only me. 

he cares that i take care of him, 

and play {super baby} with him, 

and read him Green Eggs and Ham, 

and dance around the living room with him,

and make him chocolate milk, 

and take him to see the blow-up Santa at Wal-Mart. 

what he cares about is that i show him affection, 

and protect him, 

and be the person that he can trust. 

that little boy loves me. 

he just loves me with my flaws & all. 

what else matters when you have true.love like that? 

::: i am so grateful for all the kind comments on that picture that pointed out his cute little face and focused on that love instead of how dirty my mirror is or how ugly my nose is. :) just proves that true.love trumps all imperfections & becomes what people gravitate towards the most.