She often ranks atop my Pinterest list. And I knew that I could see it, her beauty, but it always pleases me when others can. 

It’s why I share the stories of my mother, my grandmother. Their beauty must be seen. Packaged so differently, it’s funny that I use the same word for them – beauty – but it is fitting. Because beauty, like love, has the ability to change and mold, and become. And while that may seem scary, it is really beauty’s (and love’s) greatest gift of all. 

So I never fear to thin the graying hair, nor hide the wrinkles. Life breathes of imperfections, and this should not be feared, nor frowned, but pinned, up high, daily!