Little Love Notes #6

I love my body.

Seriously, I’m so freaking impressed with the human body and what it is capable of. When we stop to listen to it, it tells us SO much. If we can hear its messages, it tells us what we need to work on emotionally. How cool is that?

One of the first times I ever stopped to truly appreciate how amazing the human body is was when I was pregnant. Seriously? This tiny little being grows inside of you? And has everything it needs to grow into a little tiny person? And then the body even creates a new organ to support that little life? It’s such a miracle! If my body can do that, just imagine what potential it truly has!


Little Love Notes #5

I love my feet.

I admit it. I am a little vain when it comes to my feet! They are just so pretty. Lovely proportion. Nice, long nails that take a great pedicure. Whatever I think about the rest of my body, I am always happy to show off my feet!

And then, just think of what they do for us! The feet are the very fundamental support of the entire body. All day long, we walk and stand on our feet. Oh yeah, and we dance on them, too 🙂

My feet look graceful and delicate. And yet they have so much power and strength.

I am grateful for my feet!

Little Love Notes #2

I love my hands.

I have always thought that I had rather graceful, delicate-looking hands. They are neither too big, nor too small. And I have beautiful nails at the ends of my fingers. The tips of the nails are so white, I hardly need do more than put a coat of clear polish on them to give the effect of a French manicure.

And yet these lovely hands are also strong, resilient, flexible.

These hands take care of myself and those I love. They held my babies. And now the hug and caress and tickle my little boys. These hands cook and type and draw and crochet and play the piano. They hold the steering wheel of the car. They do a thousand things every day – so many seemingly mundane things, that I can’t even think of more!

I am grateful for these beautiful, strong hands.

Little Love Notes #1

I love my big, expressive eyes.

My dad has always told me how much he loves my big eyes. I didn’t always take the compliment, but now I have to agree.

They get big with surprise. They twinkle with excitement – maybe even a bit of mischief sometimes. They are bright with laughter. They are soft with love.

I love to make “big eyes” with my 3-year-old son. I think his get even bigger than mine! We make our big eyes at each other and then laugh and laugh.