Lines, Wrinkles and Blessings

   I've decided that, at the age of 61, I actually love the lines and wrinkles on my face. When so many women are taking drastic measures to lose theirs, I'm actually starting to embrace mine.  Why the change of heart?  After all, I've spent plenty on creams and potions thru the years.  

   Now I guess I realize that each line represents something in my life -  good or bad.  Some of them are from years of worry that comes with raising three boys.  Some are from years of laughing at my husband's jokes and stories. Some are from the countless sunny days I enjoyed as a child.   Some are from the endless smiles shared with family and friends.  Some are from the tears and sadness of losing my Dad and watching my Mom age....or watching my kids, pulling out of the driveway, embarking on their journeys away from Mom and Dad. Some are from laughing at the grandkids' antics or the tears from when their visits are over and they return to their lives, three hours away.  
   
   Yep...I have a lot of lines and wrinkles.  But I also have, in my heart, the knowledge that I have been extremely blessed.  So I think from now on, when I look in the mirror, I'll count my blessings instead of the wrinkles and lines....who's with me on this? https://www.facebook.com/marysue.wright