Both my daughters have what I call "God's finishing touch". My elder daughter was born with blue eyes, but they later changed to green. I have no idea when that magical moment happened. One day, I looked into her eyes and thought, "I could have sworn they were blue. Awesome!" They had changed so gradually that I hadn't even noticed.
I generally think of my daughters as my "creations". But maybe I can't take full credit for these wonderful creations after all.
Perhaps my eldest daughter's lovely green eyes, and my younger daughter's mischievous mole, were put there by a higher power.
That mole certainly started out innocuously enough. I think it was bestowed on her at the age of three or four. Slowly, over time, the mole grew. It darkened, too. I began to call it the chocolate spot, and would tease my little girl by trying to lick it. At first, because she was just a toddler, she loved my antics.
But as she grew older, the mole became more of a nuisance, as far as she was concerned. A particular Austin Powers movie did nothing to help the situation. Neither did the teasing by her father and sister.
For several years, I brushed off her comments about it. Any conversations I entertained about having it surgically removed were just that - for my own cheeky entertainment. I loved that mole, and always made a point of letting her know it. Her dad and I began to call it "the beauty spot". At first, this seemed to make a difference to my daughter. It also had the unintended result of causing her big sister to get a little jealous, as she did not have a similar mole herself.