Man, I have to tell you that God is doing some really crazy things in my heart this week.
I found my third grade school picture, and I thought “wow, how cute” and also thought how funny it was that:
A) I have the same haircut as I did in third grade
B) I was wearing a dress
School day pictures were important back then and I tried really hard to look pretty.
Underneath my third grade picture was my second grade picture.
I distinctly remember this picture. And the time leading up to taking it (my first thought is that when I look hideous and it makes me want to cry about how much I needed a momma when I look at this picture). And I have to admit, that I have always struggled with needing a momma, but it seems lately I actually ache for my momma. And what the heck! I’m 41 years old, you’d think I’d be over it by now! SHEESH! She's been gone for almost 40 years and I barely knew her.
I was growing out my bangs (and let me tell you after growing out my bangs about 10 years ago, I will never have bangs again!) hence the crazy barrettes and what’s funny is that I am still not that great at doing my hair.
I tried to be pretty (and girly) by wearing a dress.
I didn’t smile my normal smile because I was embarrassed of my teeth growing in and probably lack there of…
But really… really… look at me. I WAS CUTE! I mean in a completely dorky sort of way!
I was a little girl who needed a momma.
And today… I don’t feel all that different.