“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Yes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”
Why is it so hard for a woman to embrace the fact that the man she loves thinks she’s beautiful? Is there a class we can take on learning to accept compliments? Somehow I seem to have missed that lesson in life. I just hope that my daughter truly knows and believes within her just how beautiful she really is. I suppose that is why I find it so important to tell her 500 million times a day that she is my beautiful baby and just how much I love her. Maybe it’s my overcompensation to make up for my insecurities, my strive to make her a better person that I ever was or ever could be.