Beautiful Mom

I remember being told as a child that 

I looked just like my mom.  I wondered how a little girl could look like an adult?

Now I am the adult and find myself with mannerisms and conversation reminiscent of hers.  Deja vu, for sure.  This is good as it reminds me how close she stays to me and all of us...when she's not busy chatting, people-watching the other angels in Heaven and baking goodies.  I miss you lots, Mom.