"Hey, Mom, You've got the look."That's what my daughter Lisa says to me when I look extra nice. She knows what the look is and what it means to me. My friend Cyndi knows, too, and will sometimes say, "You've got the look, my girl."
The look is a shower-fresh, neatly coiffed, magazine-perfect look that I strive for just about every single day of my life. I try and try, but never quite achieve it. That's because it doesn't exist. The look is only a moment in time. Real beauty lies in the way we live our lives...and lasts until the day we die.