Every Inch

he summer sun first sprinkled light brown freckles across the bridge of my bunny-sized nose during the season of my girlhood. Each year brings a few more to my body. My arms, shoulders, and back all wear tiny spots hand made by the life-sustaining ball of fire. I like my freckles, but I give them little thought. In fact, when I wear makeup, the ones on my face are barely visible.

Still new to the world, my preschool age daughter delights in daily discoveries. She studiously examines God's creation, especially delighting in the nuances of plants, animals, and humans. Last summer, while we stood on our porch tending to the small potted herb garden, she asked me question after question. Some were easy: Does Basil taste yummy with pasta? Some questions challenged me: Why did God make mosquitoes so mean? After she finished the nature portion of the quiz, she touched my face, wrinkled her nose and asked, Are those little spots on your face dirt?

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