Yesterday, before the delightful man went his way, he told my mother how beautiful she is. Today, she had a procedure at the hospital. The woman who checked her in complimented her on her lovely silvery, white curly hair. Then she turned to me and said that she looked so good for 86 years old. A few minutes later, the nurse came in to get my mom all ready. She also commented on her beautiful hair and how well she looked for her age. Later in the day, my mom said she never felt like she was particularly pretty and thought it was so funny that many people tell her that she is. Of course, I’m a little biased, but I have always thought my mom is beautiful. Oh – and the procedure went just fine.

I Found God today in others appreciating the beauty of my mother.