My mom's been in France, doing research and madly uploading photos to Facebook for the past few weeks. She comes back to the States tomorrow, and today she went on her last walk and put up her last batch of photos. This one, she said, made her think of me. I've been getting such great compliments, recently, ones that touch me on a profound level.
And here I thought that art nouveau e-card she sent me, "Sassy, classy, and still kicking assy," was good. Either way, my mother gets me, sometimes better than I get myself. And it might be her mother-colored glasses talking, but I like what she sees. It's something to aim for, either to attain or sustain.
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