Our skin doesn’t match…

She doesn’t have my eyes, my nose, or any part of my DNA…

I don’t know what it is like to look at her and see myself as a child.

But what I see is far more important…

I see the hand of God in my life and in hers… I see a precious soul that I am so in awe of I am often left breathless.

In her eyes, the window to her beautiful soul, I see the reflection of myself, her mama.

We don’t have the same eyes, and our skin is not the same color, but our hearts match…and she has my heart forever.

3 Comments

  1. Bev on January 18, 2013 at 3:22 pm

    Sweetest post ever!

  2. Brianna Wachter on January 19, 2013 at 8:13 pm

    This…this I love. A connection between hearts goes far deeper than any blood connection could.

  3. Christy on August 10, 2013 at 4:25 am

    I'm so glad that my my thoughts have made it into so many other hearts. Here is a link to my original quote and artwork. https://www.etsy.com/listing/101401715/we-match-hearts-pink-ombre-typography

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