My Annalise is quite a special little girl. She has bright blue eyes that sparkle with life. She has cute little dimples in the corners of her mouth when she smiles and one on her right cheek as well.
She loves to run around the house in bouncy, toddler circles. She loves to run on the sidewalk outside our home, her small arms pumping with the joy of childhood.
I am certain that she must be one of the most beautiful creatures in the universe. There is no sound more beautiful than her high-pitched voice exclaiming, “Mama!” when she sees me. There is no feeling more wonderful than when she puts her chubby, little arms around my neck and rubs her soft cheek against my cheek, slowly and lovingly. I can feel her long, dark eyelashes brush my skin. She snuggles in and expresses her joy by sighing, “Ohhhh, ohhhh,” like we do when we hug her.
Throughout the day, I will call out to her for fun, “Lisie, Lisie!” which is her nickname. She responds, “Mommy, Ahmmy!” I can’t hide my absolute delight in her. I smile wide and my eyes tell her that she is the light of my life. She smiles back with those dimples and a look that says, “I really am something, aren’t I?”
Recently I gathered some pictures to decorate my mother’s new room. She just moved to an assisted living home in March. Now when I visit my mom, my attention is always drawn to a particular picture on her bookshelf. It is an old photo of me. I look to be about three, just a little older than Annalise. I have noticed that I have the same bright blue eyes. I have those cute mouth dimples. And there it is, the smile that says, “I really am something, aren’t I?”
My mom had told me many times that Annalise looks very much like I did at her age. Mom also says that she acts a lot like me, sweet and kind but also feisty. I wanted to believe it, but it wasn’t until I saw that picture did I begin to think, “I was just as precious and marvelous as Annalise. I was loved and cherished just as Annalise is.”
I don’t know why I had forgotten that. Somehow the years and my life experiences had told me a different story; that I wasn’t that special, that I had to work really hard to get people to like me, and that I had to worry about losing that approval.
God is taking me back to that little girl. The one who was the most beautiful creature in the universe. The one who captured her Father’s heart with one glance of her eyes.
The one who already had the perfect love that could never be earned, the love that could never be diminished, the love that could never be lost. That little girl is me… and I really AM something, aren’t I?