I unzipped my small bag of makeup and pulled out brushes and powders. Today I would put on makeup, because I had already counted my blessings, and life was beautiful.
I felt beautiful too.
Quinn played for a small moment with a makeup brush, but soon that wasn’t enough. She needed more. Unmade bed met her needs, and off she crawled to practice her standing skills. Wrinkled covers and squishy mattresses make such practice challenging, and she fell. At first she didn’t like that. Tears. But then Quinn discovered that falling on bouncy beds and soft blankets can be fabulously fun. Squeals.
And I was distracted from my beauty enhancers by streams of morning light and giddy girl on bed. Beauty that needed no enhancing.
I don’t really remember if I ever put on that makeup. Probably not.