Justin is losing his hair.
My neice and I just took a walk down the beach collecting seashells. I noticed how she passed over the broken pieces and only picked up whole shells.
I pointed out all the beautiful pieces she was passing over. I explained that she could use them to make an awesome mosaic or a cool picture frame with just some glue and a little imagination.
She enthusiastically began to pick them up until she had a gallon size ziploc bag full of broken shell pieces. With a triumphant smile she said,
“Just cause they’re broken doesn’t mean they’re not beautiful.”
Atta girl. Grace be with you, my friends.