When you get to be my age, there are things that begin to change.
You consider crow's feet to be attractive, for instance, if they rest near your eyes, and not above your door. If the crow's feet are, in fact, attached to a crow, and he is quoting "nevermore," then you have other things to worry about.
At my age, you begin to notice that music has gotten louder, and children have no manners.
You wonder why children are driving.
Your various parts begin to droop. Who am I kidding? They began the drooping last decade.
You dye your hair. Liar. You do, too.
You wonder why it's so hard to buy pants that reach your waist, or skirts that reach your knees. So you give in and pretend that you like pants that show your panties.
Your friends begin to have medical issues. They discuss the cholesterol-lowering benefits of Cheerios.
When you are my age, your parents begin to look like you remember your grandparents looking. (Except for my Mother who will always look 13. Really, Mother, you look great. Would I lie to you?) Your Grandparents become wiser, and infinitely more precious.
When you are my age, you can't really look in the mirror without seeing your Mother. Nor can you correct your children without echos of your Father.
Your skin feels thinner, somehow.
You regularly apply sunscreen.
Your time accelerates.
Your driving speeds decelerate.
And the realization begins to dawn....before this advanced age, there were whole decades wasted. There were opportunities missed. There was such a lot that was recklessly spent, with no appreciation.
This becomes the time of life to sit up and pay attention. The time to love deeper, lose the weight, Carpe that diem. Don't care so much what others think.
The evaluations begin.
Have I loved enough? Is my parenting adequate? Have I lived right before God?
It's sweet, I think, and right. Our days are few...our time is short. We can make such an impact, but only if we do it God's way.
So, the bottom line, when all has been said is: Love the Lord your God, and apply moisturizer.
3 comments:
I'm pretty sure the first commandment says something about moisturizer.
Also, you make it sound as if you are much older than you are. You are only as old as you act, which proves that Granny is still quite young.
Also, also, the panties aren't my problem with jeans that are so low-cut. It's that when you sit down you risk showing a little more of your posterior than might be becoming.
I am quite a respectable age, Jenn! "Pushing 40" means I am very mature, and advanced, and all.
You crack me up, you young'in you!
Be happy in your 29 years...
:^)
Be back in 8 days. Unless they have free computers at the resort.
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