Have you met the lady in your mirror yet? If you haven’t, introduce yourself to her. Get to know her. I think you’ll really like her.
My Grandma had an old mirror with beveled edges and intricate white etching that ran along the bottom, she kept it hanging behind her bedroom door. When I was about four years old, Grandma would hold me up and I would look into the mirror. There was always the cutest little brown-eyed girl with golden hair smiling back at me.
Today my grandmother’s mirror hangs behind my own bedroom door. This morning I looked into the old mirror, and the little brown-eyed girl was gone. I could almost see… (continue reading)