Good morning,Martina! I was just noticing that you share a smile with your Aunt Jan and you and your favorite cousins all have that same little twinkle that cause a little wrinkle on the sides of your eyes. And, for heaven’s sake, look there: You have your mother’s smooth forehead, like a young girl’s–isn’t that nice? I couldn’t help but notice, Martina, that you have that same self-conscious look about you that your mother had as well. (You probably should get a little confidence under your belt and get rid of that self-consciousness. Just sayin’) Your skin looks pretty good for 68 years old. Got that from your Grandma Martina on your father’s side, didn’t you? Nice coloring and soft to the touch. Lucky you.
I also noticed that you’re still biting your nails and it looks pretty awful. You’re a good person, quit being scared and stressed. Everything will work out. I like the new cleanser you’re using. Smells good. I like the way your eyes are clear and bright most mornings.
Fact is, I think I like YOU, Martina. Keep comin’ back.
That isn’t my usual conversation with the mirror, but it caught me off guard today in a real good way, so I thought I’d pass it along.