We tend to celebrate youth and beauty, and fear wrinkles and old age.
I’ve noticed however, that as Michelle gets older, her lashes get longer and more lovely, her face gets whiter and softer, and her frailness makes her more endearing. Her beauty grows, not diminishes with time.
If she had laugh lines, they would measure how joyful this life has been.
If she had gray hairs, they would mark all the worries and obstacles she’s had in life and overcame.
If she had wrinkles, they would trace the journey of her life with each line telling a different story.
There is a definite beauty in getting older if only we viewed aging with wiser eyes.
Here is our lovely girl, going on 13, in all her loveliness and giving her Mona Lisa smile. =)