31 Day Blog Challenge: Day 10

I don't have porcelain skin. I don't have long, golden hair like Rapunzel. My feet are wide. My fingers are short and stubby. My hair is barely manageable most days. My eyes may not sparkle like sapphires, but they do laugh.

Ever since I was little, my dad has told me my eyes are happy. When I smile, they smile, too. My dad was really into Don Coldsmith books and he writes about Native Americans. It was during that time that he bestowed upon me the name Laughing Eyes. Of course, it wasn't an everyday occurrence to be referred to as such, but it was often the reminder that when I am truly happy, it exudes from every part of me.