Every shell is unique. Different shape, size, color, and texture.
Every shell has a history. Loved by an animal, battered by the seas, washed onto the shores, chosen by an admiring hand.
Loved, and lost, and loved again.
Most shells have been chipped, broken, and bruised over time. However, that only adds to their beauty.
I can’t help but thinking shells are a lot like people. We are all bruised, lost, and worn…
…but we are also all unique, and beautiful, and loved.