In the hours before my 20th high school reunion, I scrutinized the sag, bemoaned the pooch, and struck various poses in front of the mirror, alternately adjusting bra straps (must. get. boobs. back. to. original. spot.) and sucking in my stomach.
Sighing, I turned from the mirror and picked up my tiny purse.
"Mommy?"
Two little people blocked the door.
The girl child touched my dress. Boy child eyed the sparkley necklace.
"You look beautiful."
And when I looked again, I saw what they saw. And I was.
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Fireflies have vanished. Kindergarten starts in two weeks. Hiatus is officially ended.
