Musings on 46

So I had another birthday on Saturday.

It was a wonderful week-end long celebration starting with dinner and Shakespeare on Friday with two couples who are our dearest and oldest friends.

Saturday morning I treated myself to a haircut, manicure and a kickin new pair of black boots. Then there was a trip to the wine bar with all our neighborhood friends Saturday night.

On Sunday night I was flopped out on the sofa reading and at some point I looked up at a picture of my mother on the eve of her college graduation.

God she was beautiful, I thought to myself. Still is, elegant, smart, sassy and beautiful.

Then I thought back to when I was six I couldn't possibly imagine how it must feel to be OLD, like you know over 22, which was her age in the picture.

And then I had a good laugh wondering what my six year old self would think of my 46 year old self.

I would hope she would look at me and say...wow....she's elegant and smart and sassy and still beautiful.

I'm pretty sure she would, because my mother gave us both that gift, the gift of believing that you are beautiful at any age.

Thanks mom