I painted my nails red this morning for the first time in...maybe ever. Made me miss my Mama Bea, whose nails were always perfectly manicured and colorful. She always made sure mine were the same each time we visited. In fact, if my nails have ever been red before, it was likely her that painted them that way. We'd sit and laugh while she gave me the full treatment. I never let her know how much it hurt when she dug into my cuticles, knowing it'd be worth it when I saw my pretty nails in the end.
I'm thankful today for those memories with my cute and classy grandmother.
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