The Cottage Garden Cafe. Quaint, sweet, cottage like dining room. Green garden, sunlit porch, fresh menu to complete the scene. Sounds charming? It is. This place, my first work place, is dear to my heart. This is the place I first learned of, "the beautiful people."
They were stunning. The mom, the dad and the two daughters. I thought they were perfect. Polite, respectful, generous, happy. Thinking back to the days when I'd bring them coffee and pancakes kind of reminds me of all the over-rates Vampire movies everyone is into. Have you seen the clips when Vampires saunter in with glistening skin and prestine features. Yup, it was kind of like that.
The man of the house had sexy suave hair. The Mom had such a sweet voice when she spoke to him. She was always dressed as if she were VIP. The two girls had, what I imagined was a perfect life. Their hair was a perfect shade of blonde. Their skin was tan and they wore the latest trendy clothes and had the newest electronics.
I remember wishing I could be like the beautiful people. Practically perfect in everyway.
On my daily commute to work, Friday morning I realized I am. (I know, how arrogant of me, right?... Keep reading.)
I didn't feel this as I looked in the mirror and found satisfaction in my reflection. I felt this when I thought about the love, joy, peace and happiness that surrounds me. It is the trust and compassion in my husband, the wonder and curiousity in our girls. It's how fortunate we are to be a family, to be together.
Ofcouse, then, I didn't realize or have the slightest idea why that family was so beautiful. But now I know. I realize, now more then ever its not the money you make, the clothes you wear or the color of your hair. It's not your appearance at all.
It's what is in your heart that makes you beautiful.
Keep loving.
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