1. My 2nd grader teacher told us that the freckles you had showed the number of times the angels kissed you in Heaven. Each freckle equaled one angel kiss. I loved them then, but
oh, kids tease and I hated them shortly after.
2. I told my grandma that I wished they made a special cream to remove freckles. My usually mild (but don't get me wrong, still spitfire) grandma was horrified and told me that they made me ME, that they were beautiful.
She's right. I love them. I love them so much.
They fade in the winter, but at the first kiss of summer sun, they return, a smattering across my cheeks and nose, just right from all those angel kisses.
I love this photo not just because the most awesome photographer in the world captured the most beautiful moment in the world, but also because she captured my freckles, telling the world that this was a summer whose mama received a whole lot of angel kisses (no freckles for him yet, but something tells me the angels kissed him a lot, too).
My freckles are my beauty this week. What's yours?
19 comments:
Hey you totally stole mine!! :) I was seriously thinking ahead last week and thought I would do my freckles too. Though the period in my life where four of them connected together on my nose was NOT my favorite, overall I do love mine and how they are just sprinkled over my face. And how my two year old points at them at asks "what's that Mommy?". So cute.
Inside - intelligence. I am good and working through complex problems and solving them, then explaining. Which is VERY good since I teach AP Chemistry!
I'm with grandma; those freckles help make you you. And I think they are so very fitting for beautiful you. Isn't it wonderful how when we come to embrace that which we formerly disliked?
For me, it's my name. Oh, kids used to tease me relentlessly. But as I've grown into my skin, I realized it was a gift to have a unique name. And I'm so very thankful to my dad for that gift he gave me.
You are gorgeous. Freckles and all.
Mine?
my eyes
Just wnated to tell you that I love these posts of yours.
xoxo
i had cute freckles on my nose when i was younger, but now i just get them on my shoulders. i like that - kissed by an angel.
here's what i find beautiful about myself this week ... http://www.kidnappedbysuburbia.com/index.php/2010/05/25/the-view-from-up-here/
(that ... and the lactation, lol)
Seriously girl did you jump in my mind, I am having a tough time loving myself at the moment. I needed someone to remind me the imperfections is what makes us beautiful.
I adore freckles!
For me? I am going to go with my eyes. They are brown and growing up no one made pretty comments about brown eyes...except my mama and gramms. :) My son inherited my brown eyes and I love it!
I love my freckles in the summer.
Mine?
I practice Vinyasa yoga 4 times this week. I'm feeling strong, proud, and comfortable in my body.
I used to have freckles across my nose when I was younger. I'm jealous you still get to have them! The angels must not like smooching me. j/k
My beauty, especially this week, has to be my courage... even if I'm the only one who can see it.
I LOVE freckles. I kind of wished I'd have a freckle-y child. Did you ever try lemon like Jan Brady?
I have a beauty this week! I got a little sun yesterday and you can see a slight tan on my arms and it makes me feel good, inside and out.
Steph
Munchie has a beautiful smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks too. A word of advice - don't buy your kids the Freckleface Strawberry books. I bought them for Munchie thinking that they would be an affirming-type read.... notsomuch. Freckleface Strawberry is a little girl who is teased and ridiculed for her freckles and she hates them. The kids call her names and tell her she looks dirty. Munchie was horrified - "Nobody says I look dirty!" and I was horrified that the books might actually put these negative thoughts in her head. I guess it was a good learning opportunity - we talked about it and the next day we walked those books down to the used book store and traded them in for something else.
That ends my rant. It really bugged me.
Your freckles and all freckles are special and beautiful!!
I have more freckles on one finger than lots of people have on their entire body. I'm covered in them. Don't remember being teased but I didn't like them as a kid or in college. Now I'm ok with them - it helps that my hubby loves them.
As for this week, I'm going to have to go with my wavy hair. I bought the book, CURLY GIRL, so I would know how to care for julia's ringlets and have learned to embrace my own version of the curly girl.
Sweet picture by the way!
Love the freckles! my 10 year old has lots.
I am with Stephanie, being in the warm sun and having some color on my skin, make me feel great.
i adore your freckles.
tonight i wore high heeled wedges and love the way it made my legs look much longer and leaner than they really are.
i'm thankful for you doing these posts.
I love that picture!
My oldest son has a ton of freckles and he hates them... I am trying to make him love them as much as I do.
Hmmm... this week? My eyes. Everyone used to make fun of them when I was young. They asked if my Dad was Chinese, and if my Mom was Japanese. They were mean. But I love them. And I get lots of compliments on them now :)
I had sunny day freckles as a child and early teen, then they mostly went away. I really liked them. My Mom is 100% Irish and she STILL has lots of freckles. I love the story about angel kisses... just precious.
What do I love this week? Hmmmm. I have prominent veins on my hands and on my wrists. They make me feel alive. They could tell stories of where my hands have been.
I've always loved freckles. Yours are gorgeous. I don't know. I do. I love my hair in the summer. It gets red highlights and behaves itself.
Beautiful post about beautiful you and your beautiful freckles.
For me, strength. I'm sixty-three (for a little while yet) and I walk 3 miles a day pretty effortlessly.
I love your freckles, I love mine on my shoulders.
And that compliment you paid me? OMG.
This post really "found me" when I was suppose to hear it... Recently noticed some new freckles on my nose and sort of wasn't sure whether to like them or hate them.
But imagining each of them might be from an angel's kiss, I cannot help to think it was my son who kissed me each time I missed him in the last two weeks (otherwise my face would be one single freckle).
So now I want more of them... :)
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