We took a quick jaunt into Kohls' (after all, what mother-daughter outing would be complete without a shopping trip?) and then we went to see a chick-flick at the theater, One Night With the King. It's the story of Esther from the Bible (more or less) and we both enjoyed it a lot. When we returned home, I asked her to rinse the dishes before bedtime. I returned to find her at the sink with a purple flannel sheet draped around her head... just like Esther. She's still only eleven.
Rebecca, as you negotiate the sometimes difficult road to becoming a woman, my prayer is that you will always remember that like Esther, you too are Royalty, the daughter of a King of unlimited power and unfailing love.
He has a very special purpose for your life.
I love you,