freckle foot

Lex' was supposed to be getting ready for bed the other night

when she ran into the dining room,

"Daddy! I have a new freckle!"

Tyler loves the girls' freckles and lets them know how special he thinks they are

(both the girls and the freckles)

and as I listened to them talk, I had the thought 

that no one is ever going to be able to tell those girls that their

freckles (beauty marks, whatever you want to call them)

are anything less than lovely,

because their daddy has already convinced them that they are.

My sister has a beauty mark

right on the top of her foot,

a sexy dark circle a little smaller than a pencil eraser.

I used to tease her about it, I'm sad to say.

And because of that she wouldn't wear sandals for years.

Years.

Decades even.

I feel horrible about that!

(although - we're sort of even, because she told me my boobs were ugly

and it took Tyler a long time to convince me otherwise.

But that's neither here nor there ;-)

I wonder though,

 if my dad had told her how special and beautiful that distinctive mark was

if my childish teasing would have had such an effect.

I suspect not.

In fact, I think she'd have tattooed a daisy around it

instead of covering it up all those years.

I'm so thankful my girls have a papa who treasures them.

All of them.