Freckles

I have been thinking about my mom a lot today and the one think I keep thinking about is her freckles. I LOVE freckles. I probably love them because my mom is covered in freckles. As a little girl, I would touch them and ask her endless questions about why she had freckles and I didn't. I have a few freckles on my nose and some on my cheeks, but you can barely see them, not like hers. I have moles, like my dad. I don't really love moles like I love freckles. I always wanted to be spotted like my mom.
When I see a woman with freckles it always makes me think that she is beautiful.
My husband that is covered in freckles and I love his freckles, they are so beautiful. I catch myself looking at his arms, covered in red spots loving every single one of them. Maybe someday I will have a baby covered in freckles, wouldn't that be fun? Kissing every single one of those baby freckles.