Beautiful in my Eyes

Tolle: My face is all puffy, again! (Upon waking up at my parents house during a lovely Thanksgiving weekend.)

Lady Kitty: Why?

Tolle: I don’t know. (Presumably some kind of allergic reaction.)

Lady Kitty: Probably just because you’re so beautiful.

Tolle: *heart bursts with love/swoon*

Lady Kitty: Who do you think has the bluest eyes?

Tolle: Who?

Lady Kitty: I think me.

Tolle: *smiles with interest* Yeah?

Lady Kitty: Maybe me because I’m the youngest. Mine are the bluest. Mine are the newest. They’re the shiniest. Then Lake next. Then you. Yours are light blue.

📸 David Jacobs 2025

So much to be thankful for with this daughter, this family, and these dear friends! A perfect day. I’m glad I spent it with you.

Normal

11/19/25

Lake said, “I wish I had a normal name like Jack or Amelia.” I couldn’t stop laughing. “You want us to call you Amelia?” I teased him. “No!” he harrumphed at me, a bit fake-cross, a bit amused. I could tell that part of him, the mature part, realized how humorous and futile his wish truly was.

We are each unique, aren’t we, Lake? Craving to fit in (belonging), Craving to stand out (validation). Thank you for being you.

A perfect day, I’m glad I spent it with you, Exactly You.