Five Minute Friday: Beauty

Here is the drill again:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in
3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

Beauty… GO.

I missed the assignment this week to be writing down beauty everywhere I see it in myself. So what I am going to write in my five minutes is not the result of a week’s worth of reflection.

The proofs for our photos came back this week. This was the first time I had been able to get Hubby to step in front of a professional photographer since we got married over four years ago. Too bad I had booked us for an outside shoot in one of the hottest summers we’ve ever had. By the end of the shoot we were both wilted. I had no idea what to expect when I saw the proofs.

I looked at a me that I am not used to seeing. Every time I look in the mirror, I am seeing myself in reverse. When I look at the pictures, I get to see what Hubby sees in me. Thanks to Caller ID, he knows when it is me on his phone. He always answers, “Hey, beautiful!” He sees me as beautiful.

He sees me as beautiful. What a statement. He loves my smile, which I have always disliked. He even loves my figure that is getting rounder from the comfort food I’ve been eating since we lost Mom. He loves my funky hair that can’t decide if it is straight or wavy. He thinks I’m beautiful.

Am I supposed to tell him that he is wrong? The man that I love? Should I tell him that God’s creation – the woman He picked especially for Hubby – is not beautiful?

Maybe Hubby is showing me what God is seeing. He is showing me that I am beautiful.

STOP. That was five minutes.

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