When I was a kid, my mothers mom lived about 2 hours away. When we would go to her house she would always look nice. She was always dressed like a lady. She had a large dressing table in her room. She would have pictures on there of my grandfather and other family members. At one point there was a picture of my mom or one of her sisters getting ready for a function with in the reflection of a mirror. In all of the wedding albums at grams there where these same pictures just of different daughters getting ready to walk down the isle or be a bridesmaid. And some where them getting ready for the BIG DANCE. This weekend my girl went to her first big dance. At first she wanted to go, then not, then did, then not and then finally settled on going. She enjoyed this right of passage as I did being the mom and taking the picture in the mirror. I love tradition. And I love being her mom!
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