Beauty in the Eye of the Five-Year-Old

Sam just walked in from outside, with something in his hand.

"Here, Mommy. This is for you."

I didn't see what he had before he reached up and gently tucked it behind my ear.

"See, it goes here right between your ear and your hair."

He straightened it up, just so, and stood back to admire.

"You look beautiful, Mommy."

He flashed that brilliant, sweet smile of his.

"Now you look like a real girl."