Almost Seven Year Olds Are The Best

While walking through the mall I made a comment to Matt that I suddenly felt very self conscious. Looking around at the hundreds of people packing the mall on a busy weekend afternoon I realized I was the only one as far as the eye could see with light colored hair. Realizing I stuck out like a sore thumb made me feel very awkward.

Before Matt could answer, Harrison grabbed my hand and spoke with undying conviction, "Mommy, your hair is beautiful! God made you just the way you are picking out the perfect hair just for you! Right now everyone looks the same in here, but you were made to stand out like a flower!"

*Officially melted*