A couple of times on Sunday, I referred to people’s inner beauty, as in, “These girls are showing us what it means to be beautiful on the inside,” implying, of course, that they were no longer beautiful on the outside. But I was all wrong.
They are indeed beautiful on the outside. I just needed my own definition of beauty challenged by them. By you. All of you.
Sunday was full of beauty; it was all around us.
This is the beauty of family: Father and son working together to save one of their own (and remembering to have fun in the process).
And this is the beauty of family: A father shaving in solidarity with his son, whose bald head took some getting used to.
This is the beauty of small people doing big things:
This is multiple generations of beauty: grandmother and granddaughter watching the mother shave her head.