Yesterday, when Michael and I were inside a Target Store, counting the moments until my son was going to arrive from inside the United Kingdom to inside Boston’s Logan Airport, I saw this inside the Target gift section:
Inside my mind, I counted several ways that “It’s What’s Inside That Counts” could count, counting on that to be the title of my next blog.
No matter what our appearance at whatever age, it’s what’s inside that counts.
No matter what we’re wearing, it’s what’s inside that counts.
We may hide,
and pretend to be something we’re not, but it’s what’s inside that counts, so we might as well be honest.
Let’s see what counts inside the rest of my photos from yesterday.
It’s what’s inside Aaron’s room that counts — it’s Aaron! (And he’s majoring in mathematics — does that count?)
I’m counting two songs titled “It’s What’s Inside That Counts” — one from Cinderella 2:
and this one from The Mighty Boosh:
It’s what’s inside that counts, so please leave your inside thoughts and feelings inside the comments section, below.
Countless thanks to all who help me create these posts and to my readers, who — of course! — count.
Congrulations having Aaron back inside your family embrace of love for his university break, Ann!