“How do I look?”  she asks her mirror.  She asks her dog.  She asks her… nothing.  Out loud.

Not long ago, she asked her husband.  She asked because, you know, now and then, she needed to be told some sweet.  She needed affirmation that she was still, after all the clothes, makeup, diet and exercise didn’t really do their job anymore, she was still somehow pretty.  Her husband would tease her, “You look so your age.”  Which made her giggle at his smirk and know he felt proud of her, even after years.”

Not any one affirms any pretty any more.  It’s kinda sad for her.

So, she trusts that God will insert someone to speak a sweet at the right time and right place.  Until then, she’ll believe her husband’s last reply to “How do I look?”

“You’re beautiful, Babe.”