A few weeks ago I was at church. I was talking with a sweet couple that lives up the street from us. They have three young children of their own. The mom shared something that brought tears to my eyes. Their oldest child, a girl about three or four years old, says the cutest thing every time she sees Elli at church: "There's the Princess!"
I was confused as to why the little girl would think that Elli was a princess. The mother explained. Every time this little girl saw Elli, Elli was in a dress, twirling in circles. Of course she's a princess! Who else would constantly perform pirouettes?
I was grateful for this little girl's ability to see beyond a lack of sight. To see beyond loud screeches and pop songs sung during the sacrament. This little girl saw the princess inside of Elli. And what a princess she is!