This photo popped up on my photo feed today.
This was taken about 16 years ago.
Sometimes, I really miss my freckles and normal lips & skin.
I still wonder what I would look like
if I hadn't been burned. I know I'd be older, but I'll never know,
and occasionally that really gets to me.
It could consume me, but I don't let it.
Claire is my carbon copy; I just look at her and I see me.
Grateful for this promise in Alma in The Book of Mormon:
"The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul;
yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body;
yea, even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things
shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame."