Daniella,
You love the crimson of a robin’s breast,
the serenity and warmth of our woodburning stove,
the view from a mountain top,
the soft touch of a newborn baby.
You love ballet, classical music, quietness, and the colors of autumn.
I didn’t train this into you.
I didn’t tell you what BEAUTIFUL is.
It runs DEEP. IN. YOU.
You now have eight years in your past and, Lord willing, many more to come. My prayer for you is the craziness and clutter of this life would not cloud out your enjoyment of Purity. Simplicity. Loveliness.
Thank you, my Daniella, for making beauty contageous – for teaching me to REST
to REFLECT
to DELIGHT.
Happy 8th birthday!
Love always,
Momma
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. – John Keats
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8
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