...I see a woman with bed head and spit up stained sweats. I see the little girl my heart longed for, nestled in the crook of my arm. I see hips widened by the miracle of childbirth and thighs quite a bit bigger than any magazine cover model would be sporting. I see a weary smile as I weather through this harder than I imagined season of newborn neediness and two year old troubles. I see the woman I never thought I would be. A woman who even though she bares obvious scars (stretch marks) and not so obvious scars (heartache) - she is whole. Whole in the love of a God who redeems and sustains. Whole in the love of a man whose dirty work clothes are piled behind her mirrored reflection. Whole in the fullness of being a mom. Whole because nothing can take away the deep joy of knowing that above all things this life I have been given is pretty amazing!
This 5 minute post, with no editing, was written to participate in Gypsy Mama's 5 minute Friday. Link up and see what other ladies had to see when they looked in the mirror!