When my sister turned 25, she became my mom's "favorite niece." Mom decided that having a 25-year-old daughter would make her entirely too old, so she joked that Seeser would have to be a niece. Now that I'm 25, I've become her "other favorite niece," and she's apparently childless now.
Personally, I've always felt that my mom has looked incredible for her age, and I can only hope that I age as she has. I know she often complains when she sees pictures of herself. She sees wrinkles as flaws, but I see them for the years of laughter that brought them. She says she looks "tired," but I think she looks wise. She is sad because she sees what she hoped never to see - my grandmother; I see what I someday hope to become - my mother.
I've written my love for her before, so that's not really what this is. This is my love for her through photos - where I share with you her beauty as I see it. This is my mother.
Go on - tell her she's gorgeous. I know you want to.