On this rare morning I was at home getting ready for the day
while checking email, eating breakfast, and overseeing lipstick application of
my #2 all within the small space of the bathroom, it crossed my mind that the
mornings my mom got ready for the day, and her mom got ready for the day, and
her mom got ready for the day had to have been very different. But the desire
to be just like mom was probably the same.
