Traces of Beauty
A smile given. A smile received. Both from one stranger to another. A gift that matches my heart’s desire, an unspoken desire. A delicious meal surrounded by majestic mountains. A look of love from across the room. A dance with my son. All are traces of beauty given and received in the journey of life. My mom is now 89 years old. And I have the honor and privilege to spend time with her. During my last visit as we were sitting, reading and relaxing, she said to me: “You leave