My daughter is beautiful. I know that everyone thinks that their kid is perfection, but I still can't believe that I birthed such a beautiful creature. When we're out running errands strangers will come up and comment about what a pretty girl she is and my child eats it up. She's a friendly toddler who loves attention and gains it easily with her happy demeanor, constant singing, blue eyes, and soft, straw-colored curls. I worry her features, though. I worry because my daughter is also smart. She's inquisitive and playful. She loves the outdoors and petting kittens and playing in the dirt and tweeting with the birds. I love watching her personality develop and wonder who she's going to be and what she'll end up wanting to do with her life. The part that worries me is, for all the amazing things she is, the average person just sees her beauty and I don't want her appearance to be how she defines herself. Which brings us to the second chapter of Esther. Afte...