I am my mother

More and more I see the resemblances between myself and my mother. I've been told many times how much I look like my mother, even more so I think as I age (dear god..did I just say that?). When I looked in the mirror today it hit me that the skirt I am wearing today could just as easily have been hers. I love skirts and I can remember her closet being full of them. From my voracious appetite to read, my love of tea to putting comfort ahead of fashion; I really am like her. And I think that's a good thing.