Since my mother’s last three health crises, she has begun to call me handsome and my sister beautiful. I tease my mother about this all the time. It makes us laugh.
My sister is, in fact, truly very beautiful, both inside and out. And I am not what you would call beautiful. Handsome is probably a good description. This teasing has gotten quite consistent. Almost every phone call and every visit. Of course, my mother (and my sister) insist that I am beautiful too. I realize they are being descriptive of my essence and heart. And I have to agree that I have real beauty in the most important places.
Talking with my mom today about my coming in to see her tomorrow, she said, “I look forward to seeing my handsome beautiful daughter.”
I laughed and said, “Ah…. Handsome and beautiful. Now I am both!”
“Yes, you are both. What order do you think should I put them in?” she replied.
“Well, now that I’m both, it doesn’t matter. What do you think?”
“I think I’ll keep handsome first,” she said.
Nexus 
Enjoy these moments.
Your mom is so right — you are handsome and beautiful.
Funny, this post gave me a little twinge of missing my own mom.
In a good way.
A wonderful and honest compliment. There’s generosity in it.
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Having spent precious little time with you – but feeling as though I got a good dose in that time – I can attest that there is something solid-feeling and safe about your energy; something foundational and grounded. That, to me, is far more handsome than pretty, but I think that handsome is just a flavor of “beautiful.”