Growing Old

I remember in my more youthful days,  I thought I would fight aging at all costs. I would protect myself from further sun damage, go under the knife if I had to, moisturize, nip, tuck, mask and chemically peel any and all signs of aging and rid myself of every gray hair. I think most traumatic for me on aging ...............is watching my hands grow old.

But with age comes wisdom and reflection.  I have learned what is most precious to me..... it is my life with my Husband. I knew from the very moment I saw him, I was going to marry him, birth his babies and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life growing old with him.  In viewing all my signs of aging now, I see that I am accomplishing that desire. Gone is the youthful glow on my face and in its place are small lines and a few well earned wrinkles. Gone is the shimmer of my once summer blonde hair and gone is the smoothness of my hands........... But he says he still see's the girl and that he will love me through all time.

All I have to do is to look upon my Mother's face to see future glimpses of me, I have mirrored her image since my birth. I only hope to capture her grace as I age. I will still pamper my skin and color my hair for vanity's sake but I will also remember with every new laugh line, every new gray hair on my head..... means I am living my wish......... to grow old....... with my love....... my Husband.