Perfection

Here is my most recent favorite possession. My son made this for me at school and it lost an eye somewhere in the car on the way home. It reminds me of how much he loves me and how perfect imperfection can be. So although I was tempted to add an eyeball from clay we have at home to this lovely creation (ashamed to admit this), I immediately recognised the folly. Love is magical because it is unconditional. It is never "perfect" but it is perfect to us. We see the best in every moment we share - albeit it with one eye or two.