This morning I just got dressed like any gal from my town generally does; cute running shoes, a pair of form-fitting athletic shorts and a scoop t-shirt for running my errands and going to the gym for a few minutes while the kids slept in. Everywhere I went it seemed like people were calling out, “Hey pretty lady!” to me. I had never noticed it before. I guess it is so common for people to refer to me as a “pretty lady” that it became part of the background noise in my life. But today I decided to really listen! It is nice to be reminded that even at my most basic level of “dressing up”, people still see my loveliness inside and out! Especially the guys working on the bank building across from the Starbucks. They noticed me and appreciated me all 11 times I jogged by.