So it's snowing on Mother's Day,
and I was fortunate enough to be able to talk to my mother for an hour. (She is amazing!)
Now it's getting late, and it is snowing in the Rocky Mountains, and I am alone,
and I am trying to dress up,
trying to look pretty.
And one moment I feel pretty...but the next I feel completely revealed and raw and not pretty,
and I wonder if the whole thing is a lie.
Any other gals experience these fluctuations along the path we take?