Dear Mom:

You weren’t a fan of summer, especially the humidity.  And some of your summer outfits were — how does one say — sartorial tragedies.

The summer is over.   You loved the fall for the crispness in the air and that back-to-school sense of starting anew.  You also loved the springtime for the promise of warmer days and rebirth and renewal. 

So, this time of year (who am I kidding, every day) I think about you especially.

I looked in the mirror and saw your eyes staring back at me.  More particularly, I saw the extra skin in my eyelids.  I remember that you were adamant about not having that extra skin removed.  Remind me again, why? 

I have started to moisturize.  I know you gave us such good skin, but I think I have taken enough advantage.  You always had beautiful skin on your face, but your neck — well, it is looking like I may need to go back to turtle necks or scarves like Candace Bergen in Murphy Brown.

All kidding aside, you were beautiful throughout your life (maybe the 70s wasn’t your best decade).  I am grateful for all of you that is in me.  

Love, me