"acceptance", pastel drawing by boho
There was a mist in the sky this morning. My husband called me out onto our garden porch so I could feel it on my skin. He knows how much I love gray skies and mist. I thrive in this type of weather like most thrive in sunshine.
We sat together drinking our coffee, mostly in silence. His greenish eyes were illuminated with the gray backdrop behind him. He looked at me adoringly, telling me I was beautiful. I love unexpected moments such as these. He always catches me off guard with his admiration.
I did feel beautiful in that moment without worrying about my messy ponytail from sleep and crumpled up pajamas on my body. I thought about how far I have come in accepting my body, my beauty, my "self". I see this happening with so many of you, especially in the Self Portrait Challenge posts. I see the self acceptance trinkling into your lives and it is beautiful. It inspires me. I haven't yet arrived...nor do I want to. I hope to always remain open to those lessons on how to love myself, my life, my body on a deeper level. I understand that it is a process, a journey.
I love that through our creations, through writing, blogging, relationships, we can together learn what acceptance truly is.
Sitting across from my husband, I realized that because of learning to love and accept myself all those years being on my own, I am able to love and accept him more fully.
Those fun and crazy years of singledom helped prepare me to wait for the right partner and centered me to be the mom I truly want to be.
I am open. I accept this path...I accept me.