I am thankful that something as small as painting my nails makes me feel pretty. And that, whenever I look down at my nails, the thoughtfulness of a friend makes me smile.
It doesn't matter if I am wearing makeup or not; if my hair is in a ponytail or if I did something with it. It doesn't matter what I am wearing. If my nails and toenails are painted, I FEEL pretty.
Isabella told me she loves my nails because they are shiny and pretty. She wanted me to paint hers blue, too. Mommy is not ready for that yet. lol. But I think she might have inherited my love of nail polish!
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