Last one for awhile, I promise.
I usually try to stay out of the photos because I have a tendency to be self depreciating. But since it's my birthday and I know that one day I'll look back and not really be able to remember myself as I used to be, I though I'd post at least something.
When Christian asked how old I was today, I told him quite honestly I just couldn't remember. He was shocked and I had to assure him that it was no lie -- if he really wanted to know he'd have to do some math and figure out how many years it had been since I was born. It's what I have to do every time. I'm just not a numbers gal. I don't ever step on a scale to let a number determine how I'm going to feel today, and I'm sure not going to let some number make me feel any older either.
Ah ... but this picture did the trick because all I could see were the wrinkles. Guess that's why I usually stay out of the way. As I thought about it, though, here's what I came up with:
It would appear that the good ones out-weight the bad ones. And which wrinkle causing moments would I give back to be free of every care worn line?? Not one.
Well, maybe some of the frustration ones between the eyes but even those have helped me to grow into the sort of person I want to be. Loving every year and looking forward to more.