Once upon a time lived a young lady who left for university and work each day with her hair perfectly in place, face powdered and lips covered in a some shade of pink or plum lipstick, and she wore clothes that required an iron. She got married and along came her first, second, third, fourth, and fifth child. Slowly but surely the hair that was perfectly in place on most days is put in a ponytail, rarely does the make-up get used except for Sundays when she goes to church, and the clothes that needed to be ironed were replaced with by yoga pants, t-shirts, and tennis shoes or sandals. Then along comes a dinner invitation, a trip into the city, or a lunch date with a girl friend she hasn't seen in a while and the young woman returns. Is she sad that the woman she once was is but a shadow, no because she knows that all things have a season and babies don't keep.
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