Last night as I was snuggled up nose to nose with her,
smiling into her pretty twinkle-blue eyes and running my fingers through her tangled curls,
you know, the usual bedtime routine.
The sweet version of it, that is.
She had my face cupped in her hands and she whispered to me:
" Mommy, it's a pretty face that Jesus made for you. "
And I sighed and teared up and marveled at the absolute lovliness of her heart.