Thursday, January 19, 2012
The only time I look at my own face is morning and evening teeth/face/hair ritual at the bathroom sink. So I've been tracking the interest my wrinkles have been earning by following the same progress in my Rob's face. We can put up all the barriers against age we want, but those fine and deep wrinkles are a map of our heart and life.
I'm reminded by this card I'm not crazy about the turkey wattle my neck sometimes becomes, but my facial wrinkles bother me not. When little I used to position myself to the side of my grandmother so I could watch those lines, I just loved them. And if my face is becoming my Grandma Pearl's it's ok by me, I couldn't be following a finer path.
"I like the idea of growing old gracefully and full of wrinkles, like Audrey Hepburn." ~ Natalie Imbruglia 1975-