Defining Beauty

What is beauty?


Magazines, movies, TV will have you believe


It is a mold:


Flawless skin, no blemishes, no pores


Bodies so thin you get hungry on their behalf


Large breasts and pecs, long hair and long necks


 


They are wrong.


Beauty is falling in love with a newborn


When you thought you weren’t ready, couldn’t handle it


Then holding him for the first and realizing


He is your world now.


No one is ever really ready


But you are strong.


You are determined


You will do what it takes to make it work


And this child is worth every sacrifice…no matter what his father said


Unconditional Love is beauty.


 


Beauty is finishing your first semester


No social life, no free time, no sleep


All-nighters, crying baby... Crying mommy.


It is hard.


It is hard work. It is pushing hard.


It is being hard of hearing when others say you can’t.


You can. You did.


Straight As!!


And again the second semester. And the third.


No blow will stop you, no matter how hard.


Determination is beauty.


 


Beauty is trusting no one,


Choosing dates based on fahter potential rather than mommy’s wants,


Having little hope left of a bigger family.


So what? That little boy is all the love you'll ever need.


But then a best friend sends a message,


His honest heart on his sleeve,


Confessing long-festering love for you


From half-way around the world.


You... Nervous, shaking, mind-blown…excited?


Then you…confessing the same


Hope… Hope is beauty.


 


Beauty is a best friend becoming your truest love


It is seeing him come home from deployment safely


Talking about your future together


Planning the move to be together


All the way from TX to MT!


Then the move. The stress. The what ifs…


The arrival.


The huge, loving family


The mountains, the horses, the rodeos


The sunrises, the sunsets. The stars!


AND THE NORTHERN LIGHTS?!


Feeling warm in freezing weather


When your love calls your son, “our kid”


Ours.


Our son, our pets. Our routine.


Our quirks, our differences. Our first argument…


Our make-up kisses, our late night talks, our inside jokes.


Our life, our love, and our home…


Home.


Feeling at home for the first time in years


And somehow knowing this is your forever home…


That is happiness.


And happiness is beauty.


 


 


 

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