Perfectly Imperfect - What a Perfect Way To Be

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This old gal…

Put in the final piece of that tiger puzzle only to realize it wasn’t actually the last piece…the put it in-the picture’s complete-run your hands over the entire thing and say ahhhhh-piece…

Because apparently two pieces were missing…and puzzle doer me…was devastated…

Had gotten so wrapped up in it all…those colors…the beauty…it had just seemed so perfect…picture perfect…and without those two pieces…it came up lacking…

And caused a quandary…can’t sell it…can’t even take it to Goodwill…what’s one to do with an imperfect puzzle?…throw it away?…

And that’s when puzzle doer me knew that she loved this puzzle…perfect or not…and it wasn’t going anywhere…

And so it is…in life…we all fall short…have flaws…but we are perfect still…perfectly imperfect…loved for all those quirks that make us us…

Perfectly imperfect…can’t think of a more perfect way…to be…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…