No, not the hideous pink sweatsuit with a jaunty white stripe across the chest that I am wearing.
Not the lovely 80's feathering I have going on in my hair.
Not even those delightful large, thick glasses that are perched on my nose.
What I noticed, for the first time, was the look of absolute happiness on the face of my daughter to be wrapped in the arms of her mother.
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