today is like any other day.
i get out of my car, load up my arm w/ my bag and my purse.
i have my iced coffee on the roof of my car, the office keys in my right hand.
i stroll into the office, stop by and talk to susan, the sectary. we exchange weekend happenings.
i walk through the reception room formerly the mirror room....it's called the mirror room because one entire wall is nothing but mirrors (the rest is wood paneling...it's a sight)
and i noticed as i walked past the wall of mirrors w/ my TEA (teachers education association) bag (thanks mom) on my shoulder and my cotton shin length brown skirt and similar hue polka dotted cotton top.
i have grown into my mother.
i used to pick at her when i was in high school for finding basically 'dressy' t-shirts and having stuff that so obviously matched.
comfort and form....comfort and form.
i now understand.
i love you mom.
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