“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.” ~Eleanor Roosevelt Yesterday my son called me from college and asked about my day.
I told him about my morning, which entailed celebrating my friend’s birthday with her daughter. My friend passed away almost two years ago.
Her daughter reached out to me a couple weeks ago and asked if I would share my morning with her to honor her mom. What a privilege and honor.
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