Today i realized something very important. more often than not when we know someone for a long period of time you begin to see them though a perticular set of eyes. you develop these eyes for a reason, because alot of times what you see is true. and there is nothing better than knowing someone really well, not just like a good friend, but really knowing them, knowing who they are, why they are, and where they come from. but every now and then  with someone you have seen through these eyes for so long you get a glimpse of them, the real them, not the person you have gotten used to seeing over the years. for no perticular reason that happened to me today in a typical everyday conversation. I often wonder what it is that makes people have such different views of beauty. and i don't mean like you see Jessica Simpson of tv and say wow she is beautiful. i mean like looking in the eyes of your wife or husband of 25 years and being able to say there is nobody physically, emotionally, or spritualy more beautiful than them. i mean that kind of beauty. today i was able to see what i believe to be the most beautiful women i have ever met, see her not through the eyes i see her always in. she has always been there for me, no matter what. she is by no means perfect, she doens't claim to be, but i wouldn't change a thing about her. i finally see how there can be so much beauty in inperfection. it is a rare occasion when you meet someone that when you get down to the very core of some that you see that they really do want for everyone to be happy even if it means personal sacrifice. many of the people reading this might have met her, many of you probably haven't. but i'm glad that at18 years old i can finally say without any shame or reservations that my mother is the beautiful women i have ever met. i look forward to the day that i meet and fall in love with a girl that totatally rocks my world as to what i think beautful is, but untill that day i know what is it that defines my veiw of beauty. i doubt my mom will get a chance to read this but i hope i am the kind of person that can show how he feels about someone through he actions, maybe not though. i don't know why i felt like sharing that but if anyone is wondering what i think beautiful is, i have to say my mother. Mami, T.Q.M.