That was wonderful. I don't have to look in the mirror to remind myself of my age tho. Many years ago as my mother and i sat in the porch swing she held my hand and showed me the difference in the two. She said my hands used to be pretty and smooth like yours. Now sometimes when I'm washing dishes or just at work on the computer I realize I have Mama's hands now. It's not depressing at all, it's kind of comforting. Growing into your mother is not always a bad thing, it can be an honor.
