Do you ever run across old photos of relatives and hope to goodness that you don't look like them?
I mean, nothing personal, and maybe it's because she obviously has lost her teeth, but my great grandmother, Mary Venable, is not my most wonderful example of raving beauty. I didn't know her. She was my granddaddy's mother. As sweet and kind as he was, she must have been a good person...
But I'm glad I don't take after her. I figure I'm older now than she was when this picture was taken and I see no similarity.
My mom always taught us to count our blessings. I'm counting this as one.
