I saw her there, young and sweet. On the threshold of life, making decisions and dreams.
Some years later, little older and wiser (?) smile tucked at her lips and sparkles in her eyes. She sees herself, happy with her family.
Pen and paper in hand, thoughts abound...she is in the place she always wanted to be.
The mirror mirrors me, few laugh lines...yes, and I have laughed a lot. Worry lines...yes, one of the gifts of life. I see myself in the reflection and the eyes reveal all....the joy, the happiness, the pain, in short the life well lived, a life I am proud of.
For - Mag 110