Do I Feel Pretty

After thirty one years of life- Life, Do I feel pretty? As I lay next to next him, I watch him sleep - Peacefully. Does he make me feel pretty? Thirteen years of marriage, I wander- Obsessively, Does he think I'm pretty? I try to calm myself. God, creator of all, Makes no mistakes. I have to be pretty! Then as I close my eyes, Drifting off, Into a battle with my insecurities, His arm reaches around me. Pulling me into him, Oh, ever so gently. His warmth comforts me. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. He whispers- "I love you." No- I'm not pretty. I'm beautiful. M. Lyn Church September 23, 2009