Laugh Lines and Wrinkles

Recently I looked at a picture of me and realized that I have these little lines around my eyes. I wear glasses and normally don’t notice these things, but there those lines were just as plain as day.

For a bit I was a little worried about it. We live in a world that places so much emphasis on looking younger all the time. So much emphasis on physical perfection.

Then I thought back to the moments spent in this Florida sunshine. The hours out in canoes and kayaks with friends. The days at the beach with salt and sand all over my skin. I thought about the time spent hiking the side of mountains and sitting by a campfire laughing with people I love. The many hours spent playing and laughing with my nieces and nephews flooded into my brain and my soul.

In those moments I realized that I love those lines and wrinkles. They are beautiful as are the moments that created them.

I also thought about how I want my nieces to grow up to enjoy life the way I did and how I never want them to stress about being physically perfect. None of us are and we never will be. When my nieces look at me I want them to see someone who lived and loved and laughed… wrinkles be damned! Because I want them to live the same way.

Don’t worry about the little lines that show you are getting older, you earned them all.

Spend more time loving the people in your life, the ones who make your days merry, the ones who love you fully in spite of your imperfections.

Love yourself, flaws and all… for in reality most of the flaws are not really flaws at all. They are a road map of our lives that we can look back on.

Much love.

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