You are growing beautifully.

I saw a tree, covered in an unexpected snow, while still blooming.  I thought, ‘Will this beauty withstand the cold, the snow, the weight of the unexpected?’
The answer came to my soul, and yours, too. 

“Yes, Beauty, you will.”

You are growing beautifully.  
You look back and see beauty past. You look forward and see potential beauty.  I look at you now and see beauty, all of it, at once. Seed to sapling, flower to leaf.  
One day at a time, unfolding.  

You are not judged by yesterday‘s mistakes nor today storms. I see you where you are trying to love, to stretch your limbs, to stand strong and bloom both delicately and fiercely. 
You are love just as you are today. 

You look around and wonder if there was something more beautiful about your youth.   About your younger limbs and your smaller frame. Some thing less pretentious or delicate, more hopeful, more beautiful. 
Tell me does someone look at the aging tree and judge it for its reach? For the strength of its neck, the width of its trunk? Do you regret the beauty of its blooms or what has it has become? 
Never, not once. 

Look at how you have grown, look at the shade you now give, how much more.  
Look at your blooms.
More than yesterday. 
More to come. 

But today, beautiful still.
Notwithstanding the cold or the snow or any other tree growing around you or how you thought you might grow. 
I see something beautiful, just as you look at this tree.  
She is not less than she was. She is not yet what she may be. 
But today she is beautiful. 
Beautiful.

And so, my love, are you.