“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Blue Mug 
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February 3, 2014 at 11:44 pm
Moonyeen
That is real beauty to strive for in our souls; a great compliment to receive.
You are beautiful to us. Love you, Mom
February 4, 2014 at 1:48 am
kristinblankenship
Thanks, Mom! Dad might be interested in knowing that the salvaged wood which I used to make the sign came from the pieces we gathered together a while back at the old tenant’s house on Grandma’s farm:)
February 4, 2014 at 9:38 pm
wingedseraphsofheaven
Reblogged this on My Life, As A Story.
February 6, 2014 at 3:18 pm
Coral Cottage Kim of Night Bird Creations
That is beautiful, the quote and the sign. xoKim