THE GIRL 


I'm  not her... the girl every eye rests on when she comes into a room.
The girl whose screw up are considered cute. I'm not the most popular, turning down invitations to lunch or coffee.
I'm not the witty one, or the one with perfect grammar skills or the speller.

I'm not the skinny girl who can eat whatever she craves and still look forward to short sleeves and swimsuit season.

I'm not the chick who always looks perfectly put together,  the girl with the cute laugh and the cascading  hair.

I'm not the one who is quick with a quip that can bring the house down.

Popular, pretty and perfect, that's not me
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I'm not those things but I am this girl..
the cause of my Husband's smile and the gleam in his eye.
The girl whose 18 year old daughter still greets her with a hug and who will occasionally sit on her lab.

The girl she still calls Mommy.

I am the girl who is still asked by my 13 year old son to tuck him in and
say good night prayers.
 I am the girl who can pick up a phone and call her Mother just to say I love you.
I am the girl who can still make my sisters laugh and my brothers proud.
The girl who has a huge extended family who know me and pray for me and ask my advice
The girl who knows who made me and that his work is not a mistake but a thing of beauty.
I am the girl who knows her Father is the source of all that is good, and beautiful and pure, and strong.
I am the girl at peace with the woman I am.