What is true beauty?

Oh my sweet girls, it has been a while since I have written.  As predicted, life hasn't stopped just because cancer has invaded our lives.  If anything, at times, we feel busier.  Our daily routines march on...school, work, dinner, family time, bath time, bed.  Throw in treatment days and doctors appointments, playdates and football games (Go Dawgs!!) and Fall is in fuller swing than usual!

I've had two treatments now and I must say, I felt good after the first one.  I was back at work after recuperating the weekend and was watching UGA beat South Carolina at Sanford Stadium a week after.  I was giving you baths at night and keeping my hearty (junkfood driven) appetite.  So I felt like I was crazy confident and ready for treatment #2.  Boy, was I wrong!  That one had me feeling much worse, in bed resting ALL weekend, feeling like every ounce of energy I had was being sucked out of me with a straw.  And it pushed the hair loss over the edge.  It started to fall out and was actually hurting my scalp...it physically hurt to run my hands thru it.  After two days, I had had enough.  You girls, along with Dad, helped my shave all my hair off.  And we had a great time doing it!  You both played with all the hair that we cut and we styled it crazy before shaving it really close.  We all laughed and had a great time with it--and seeing that losing my hair was absolutely no big deal to you two, made it absolutely no big deal to me.  I love that I can learn such powerful life lessons from you both, at seven and three years of age.  You both are so honest, with no filter (wonder where you got that from?) and neither of you seem bothered in the least that Mommy has no hair at the moment.  You ask me every morning which one of my fun hats I am going to wear today and I live to watch you trying them on and strutting around the house so proudly.

Here I am rocking one of my favorites to church...

And here I am tonight, feeling all G.I. Jane-ish (minus Demi's body)...

You both, along with your sweet sweet Daddy, tell me how beautiful I am everyday.  And you know what--I totally believe you!  It's not my ''outside look'' that makes me feel beautiful.  It's how I feel inside.  I feel raw, exposed, honest, open, confident that I will beat this cancer.  I feel peaceful, happy, and LOVED beyond words by Our Heavenly Father, by family, friends, and community.  

And this my sweet girls, it was true beauty is all about!