Today my Mom said, as we closed out our telephone conversation, how much she loved me, her beautiful baby girl, the most beautiful little baby that came with red hair and the most beautiful complexion. I was the most beautiful baby she has ever seen.
My whole life I have heard my Mom and my Dad tell me about the day I was born. They always tell me how incredible beautiful I was, that I had an amazingly clear complexion, so much so that even the nurses could not get over how beautiful I was for a newborn baby.
It has been a little while, maybe a month, since my Mom told me that story. It was nice to hear it today as I am older and very silver-gray. It made me smile. It was like being wrapped up all warm and cozy, for a moment, in a beautiful baby blanket.