I am not a fan of my slowing metabolism or my achy joints, but I adore my wrinkles. I think the gray specks in my husband’s hair and the crinkles at the edges of his blue eyes make him more handsome now than when we met. This picture is one of my favorites, not despite the fine lines around our […]
I chatted with this mother as if we were even remotely in the same world, but I cringed inside about how insanely messy and not put together my little section of family was in front of pristine beauty.
My girls look at me, and they see beauty because they look at me with eyes of love.
Life is chaos and mess, and, yes, we have to work hard at it, but even in the decay there is something valuable. Perhaps, it is even something worth all the gold and luster being worn off so we can see it.