Perfection.

I have Francesca Batistelli in part to thank for a moment driving tonight with Ethan.

We were on our way to spend some of his birthday giftcards.  

Sometimes the best, most memorable, loveliest things are said in the confines of our car.

And sometimes of course not so much.

In her song Free To Be Me she sings "and perfection is my enemy."


I didn't think E was really listening to the song until...

:: E to me ::

"Mom perfection is an enemy because no one can be perfect.

Even the most nicest, most kindest, most smartest person

cannot be perfect.  Only God is perfect.  We shouldn't want to be perfect."

Those words, so unexpected, so matter of fact, and actually quite perfect.  


A great reminder to this reformeding perfectionist.


Ahh, to understand this at the ripe old age of seven.  

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Sweet dreams friends,

:: michelle ::