Pink Linings

The saying goes that inside every dark cloud is a silver lining. As a consummate girly girl, I prefer to see my clouds as having a pretty pink linings. Just like the ones I snapped the picture of yesterday after the storm. Pretty isn't it. It's hard to believe that just a few hours earlier the sky was an ugly gray.

This weekend felt rather unproductive to me. There were several things I was planning to accomplish which are still undone. But perhaps that was for the best, because I managed to actually relax for the first time in weeks. I also got to spend some time with my daughter, the two of us actually going out to lunch this afternoon. As we sat in the restaurant, suddenly she looked across the table at me and smiled. "You look about 25 today Mom". I think she was exaggerating a little, but it was a really nice compliment just the same. It also gave me pause for thought.

Having a baby face pays off when you reach my age. And although I'm far from ashamed of my 44 years, I like the fact that most people are shocked when they realize I have a 21 year old daughter. That most could never guess my actual age. Does that make me vain? I suppose perhaps a little. I like looking young. A lot of women talk about growing old gracefully, and there is something to be said for that. But me, I'm not ready to do that yet. I'm still learning, growing and experiencing new things. And although I'm sure some of my contemporaries look at me and shake their heads, I'm not ready to give up that young outlook on life. Life is still new and exciting for me, even if it's not always easy.

The storm slowed me down enough this weekend to remind me of some things. Pink linings from a gray snow filled sky.