"You're Fiona, Mom." Words that I cherish. Words that one day I will no longer hear. Being called Fiona is the greatest compliment I can receive from my son Caleb. He loves Fiona. In his eyes Princess Fiona (yes, the ogre princess) is more beautiful then Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and all of the other Disney Princesses combined. I absolutely love that the princess Caleb thinks is the most beautiful is the one that isn't your typical fairy tale princess. She doesn't have the perfect figure, grand house, or even the best manners. She doesn't have the sickly-sweet personality--she has a temper! And Caleb sees her as beautiful.
Sometimes he tells me I am Fiona because he thinks I look beautiful, other times it is because of something I am doing that makes him feel safe and loved. There have been times that I have been in the kitchen, wearing my pajamas and suffering from major bed-head. I'll be making his breakfast, and he will tell me then, in all my disarray, that I am Fiona.
Her children rise up and bless her... Proverbs 31:28 (NASB)
2 comments:
That's so cute. Judah calls me Miss Piggy! It really is a choice to take that as a compliment.
And oh my goodness, your laundry closet looks beautiful in the background! :)
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