Light brown curly locks, baby blue eyes, and the love of purple are beautiful to me. They represent my three remaining babies, no longer babies, but beautiful young adults.
Beautiful is the laughter ringing clear from the other room as they discuss the fun time they had at Equestria last weekend and plan to join again with new friends at the next one.
Beautiful are the moments of their happiness, no matter the cost, and our time back together getting to join in their excitement.
The future is opening wide for them, taking off, and all I can do is hold my breath, thinking of what lies ahead and the vibrance of the life ahead of them.
First moments, last moments, times to be remembered. These moments are beautiful to me.