The other day I was looking at my children.   They were busy watching TV, so they didn’t have time to make funny faces at me or turn their heads when they caught my gaze.  Since their attention was on something else, I was able to get a really good look.  It was nice to look at them and really see them.

I saw two beautiful, wonderful, smart, loving, funny, witty, God-loving people.

And that made me sad.  I wasn’t sad for them; they have amazing lives full of potential stretching ahead of them.  No, I wasn’t sad for them.  Rather, I was sad for all of the people in the world who will never see any of these qualities in my children because when they look at them, all they will see is the color of their skin.

Their skin is beautiful, too.  They are a rich and creamy brown that speaks of history and wisdom and life and love.

And I’m sad for all of the people who will miss out on the beauty of their packaging and the gifts it contains.