I was just thinking that a great thing about being thirty-something is seeing myself, literally, as a grownup. As in, I look in the mirror (or, oftentimes, a photo) and I swear I see my mom. I love that I see the resemblance more and more.
It reminds me of how you said to me once that you don't mind finding the occasional gray strand because you associate those stray hairs not with growing old but with an air of grace and dignity. Like mother, like daughter...
Dear O,
What would I do without you? Thank you for sharing this...You're right: turning 30 brings me further into an unfolding into that which I most admire.I love you and am so blessed by your friendship.
Love, X
