One day when I was a baby, my mother accidentally knicked my cheek when she was taking me out of my crib. She said I didn't cry and it didn't bother me at all. What it did do though was give me a permanent, little scar. Depending on the light and the angle, it's often unnoticeable. If you do notice it you might just think it's a blemish.
Whenever I would mention it, my mother would say "When I'm dead and gone you'll look in the mirror, see it, and think 'Awwww, Mom!'" And you know what? She was right. I often catch a glimpse of it in the mirror or in a picture and I immediately think of her and that comment. It's one of those little things that still connects us and I'm actually pretty grateful for it. Who wants perfect skin anyway? :)
Whenever I would mention it, my mother would say "When I'm dead and gone you'll look in the mirror, see it, and think 'Awwww, Mom!'" And you know what? She was right. I often catch a glimpse of it in the mirror or in a picture and I immediately think of her and that comment. It's one of those little things that still connects us and I'm actually pretty grateful for it. Who wants perfect skin anyway? :)
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| The scar snuck in on Daniel's selfie |