It's different. I can brush it myself, but when she does it, it's not the same. My hair is long. As she sits beside me, she slowly brushes it over and over again.

For some reason, these moments mean something to me. She loves me. She delights in my presence. I spend my days serving and sacrificing for my kids, and when the tables turn, it comes at me so much greater. Even in the simple things.

In my pajamas, I sit with her and enjoy her tenderness. She thinks I am beautiful, a princess in her eyes. These aren't the thoughts that naturally go through my mind when I stand in front of the mirror and brush my own hair. She is a sweet reminder of His
perspective. To Him I am precious, a princess in His eyes. 

As she not only accepts me as I am, but rejoices over me, I can know who caused such love. It's a mystery, but even as a little girl, she sees me as He does. There's really no difference.

Zephaniah 3:20b
"...In His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing."