I'm not sure when it began but Gabe started paying me compliments when I get dressed to go out.
"Mummy's so pretty!" he'd gush, and even though I'm nowhere near gorgeous, it certainly feels great to be admired, never mind that it came from a kiddo who knows nuts about beauty.
He notices your clothes too. The other day I was wearing a blouse with two ribbons which I tied into a bow at the back. He rushed toward me declaring, "Mummy's so pretty! Mummy's flower so pretty." I got a hug too. Ok... he was just trying to reach the bow out of curiosity.
Ah what the heck. I'm pretty!
1 comment:
isn't the adoration from our own children so innocent and heartfelt. Bask in it! Hope it will continue even after they see the world from rose-tinted glasses.
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