Broad Spectrum

Oh, baby girl, it is going to get rough. It is going to get so rough your lungs will stop functioning and your eyes are going to run out of tears. There will be times when you are up all night wondering if the pain will ever end. But remember the moment when you were four years old and your only worry was beating your playmates in hide and seek. Savor that perfect moment, babygirl. Remember the endless laughter and the sense of freedom when you maxed out on the swings and were so high you could almost see Jesus's face. Remember the way it felt when your mother would gently braid the hair out of your eyes, her touch so tender, love would shoot from her finger tips and tingle your skin. Remember the feeling of power as you flew down the slide, the wind kindly pushing you, letting you know it was on your side. Remember the touch of your mothers hand when she would pull you in to say it was time to go. Never let anyone steal these feelings of worth from you. You are a child of God. You are all together beautiful my darling; there is no flaw in you.

-Molly Slaten Moorer