Kindred spirits.

I find that each time I see my mother, it becomes a little bit clearer to me just how lovely she is. As time goes by, my appreciation for all that she stands for grows stronger and stronger . . . Every moment that I spend with her is another reason why I hope to one day resemble her from the inside out. And even with all of our differences (my personality is much more my dad), the older I get, the better I recognize the sweet—and sometimes not so sweet—similarities that our two souls share. It's a beautiful thing.