Blue, Blue, my button is a Perfect Blue

The button of the day is blue. An interesting blue. Not sky blue really, and not turquoise, and not aqua, but blue, none the less. I carry it around all day, thinking about it and all the blues that it is not even though it is lovely and I like the blue that it is.
It is interesting to think of things ( or ourselves) as what they (or we) are not. Why do we do that, I wonder?Not navy, not aqua, not pretty, not thin, not a piano player, not sweet tempered. And yet, I can see that this button is perfect exactly as it is. I am sure it was the perfect match for some blouse or shirtwaist dress or skirt made by my mother or grandmother. It might have been the perfect decoration on a hand sewn, hand stuffed animal. Not a giraffe, not a bear, not a horse, I think first but then think it would be absolutely perfect on a unicorn. It would be great fun on a pillow, too. It may actually, have been perfect for many things over the years and then found rest in the jar on the dresser waiting to be perfect in another chapter.
And what about me? I am not pretty, not thin, not a piano player, not sweet tempered - is that what defines me? or is it the things that I AM, that make me perfect, not for a everything, or even for everyone, but for ME, for my life, for this chapter certainly. I am perfectly beautiful with my wrinkles and my soft flabby arms to my granddarlings who tell me so often. I am perfectly shaped for the work I do, I am physically strong with lots of energy. I am perfectly talented to be creative in my own way and share my gifts with others without ever having to play the piano. I am honest and practical and straight forward and helpful. And kind. Maybe I am not sweet tempered but I think that I am still perfect just like my blue button.