And now, after the colors and the bowls are long gone, I keep remembering....when Caiden dropped his favorite egg, that he made for his little frog. And the disappointment in his big brown eyes started to surface. But then the girls reassured him and reminded him...
"The Cracks Make It More Beautiful"
And I think of the jumble of colors that I am and the cracks about me.
Yes, I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit cracked up. Some of it I can laugh about. Some of it I can't, yet.
And I remember that the pieces of me that need mending are glued together with the strongest glue ever....Him.