The Mirror

The mirror is diamond shaped, or square but hangs with points like a compass.

The family story is that my great grandfather carved the frame.  It hung for years and years over the couch in the living room at my parents home.

One day it became mine.  I don't remember to which apartment I first brought it, or maybe I do, but that's not the point of this post 

MyJamie, after we moved to this house, would stand in front of the mirror and tell himself stories.

He would stand in front of the mirror and laugh.

He would stand in front of the mirror and tell himself, "You're cute.  You're cute."

I'm pretty sure the smudge marks on it are from him. 

From him, the cutest and funniest man to ever stand in front of it.