All dressed up

While helping my mom dress after her shower and she looked at the clothes laid out for her and she said, “Oh this is pretty. Is that for me?”
I flashed back to when I was a child and I remember how my mother loved to dress up. She took great pride on her appearance. Her hair was always done. She would set it in rollers at night, and let in curl into a pretty flip in the morning. She would get dressed and put on her makeup and bounce out to car where my sister, my brother and I would be waiting for her. My stepfather in the driver’s seat would look at her in admiration from the driver’s seat. She was beautiful.
As I look at her now in her elastic waist pants and sweat shirt, it’s hard for to imagine that this is the same person. Yet, she is the same person. To her she has not changed. She still likes to dress up, and she still feels beautiful. She loves compliments too. My mom is the only person I know that can really take a compliment. I mean if someone tells me I look nice, I would respond with, “You should have seen me earlier, I was a mess.” I can never say thanks and accept the compliment. Not Josephina. She loves compliments. I guess it’s because she knows that she is and always has been beautiful.
After getting dressed, I looked at mom and said, “You’re all dressed and you look beautiful.” Josephina says, “Thank you! I love these clothes. They are so pretty”.