Her ear wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter. It seemed to me, her beauty came from within. Beauty in the twinkle of her eye, beauty in her giggle, beauty in the tassels of her hair. Very little hair indeed.
Even her tearful cries were beautiful-like that of a lamb separated from its mother. And once quieted, rocked to sleep-resting as a content angel-my most beautiful creation.
~~~To my beautiful daughter Tesla. We had three minutes to write about what we believe to be “the most beautiful thing.”
~P.
girlboxer1970 
Go ahead...take a swing. I'll duck and listen.