my children and God

so i've come to realize something. there is one thing that my children and God have in common. no matter what i look like, or how bad my breath smells, or what i may have done and how silly i act, or if i make a mistake, or if don't have the prettiest smile, or the skinniest frame, or if i'm the best singer, or if i wear the cutest outfits with the hottest new shoes, or if i washed the dishes and cleaned the bathroom, or if i cooked a 6 course meal the night before, or if i met every deadline dished out to me, or if i remembered to do everything that everyone asked me to, or if i returned every phone call or text message or email that i received in a day, or if i attended every event that i was invited to, or if i have a pimple or perfect skin, or if i went to kick boxing class or not, or if i wear make-up or not, or if i have a really bad case of gas, or if i "don't feel like it," or if i'm happy or if i'm sad . . . one thing i've come to realize is that none of these things affect how much my children and my God love me.

They just do.