found art tuesday: kitchen chalkboard
We have a lot of different things installed in our house at Tess' eye level. We had them there for Emma, too, when she was younger.
It seems only fair. Tiny shelves, door knobs and latches, and a chalkboard in the kitchen screwed right into the end of the island at her height.
Last week, I found this on her chalkboard.
How miraculous to feel this way about yourself. How utterly miraculous.
May we all reclaim some part of that adoration, that explosion of love for who we are, that return to a place where we love absolutely everything about ourselves.
I love this. It says so much. About Tess, certainly. But, more importantly, about all of us.