“Mom, is she beautiful??”

In anticipation of questions like this, I memorized this poem:

Beautiful faces are they that wear

The light of a pleasant spirit there.

Beautiful hands are they that do

Deeds that are noble, good, and true.

Beautiful feet are they that go

Swiftly to ease another’s woe.

I say this little rhyme to Lia as I tickle her face, clap her hands, and make her feet jog up and down. Then, of course, I tickle her like crazy afterwords. Viv gets in on the fun, too (once she understood the definition of “woe” that is).

I dare you to memorize it this week. It’s catchy!

1 Samuel 16:7 Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.