I don't know where beauty lies.
Maybe it's in my great-grandmother's black & white photos.
Maybe it's in baby giggles.
Or maybe it's in my own giggles.
Sometimes I think it can be found in the things we don't see.
The little things.
Like the way eyelashes look when you're lying in someone's lap.
All the little things that make up a person.
Those are the beautiful things.
Those are the things to be celebrated.
The things that make up the little things.