We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"You’re not the imperfect features, unwanted weight gained, or knobby knees. You’re not the split ends, wrinkles, or even the chin hairs.
You are beautiful in His sight. You’re the heart He put inside you. The creation He lovingly stitched within your mother’s womb."
