Taly and I had some fun today while her big brother and Daddy were sleeping.
When I was about 12 or 13, my infinitely beautiful cousin pointed out to me that my eyes were crooked. I don't think she was trying to be mean, but man, that caused some serious insecurities in the years to follow. I hated my crooked eyes.
People don't believe that I have them, but I do - just look at these pictures.
But, the thing is, Taly has my crooked eyes. And they just look darling on her!
These days, I love my crooked eyes. I hope she always knows how beautiful they are!