Share The Joy

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This daughter of mine and I…

Were having a conversation…I remember…says her mother…when I found my first wrinkle…I was 29…it bothered me…for quite some time…but then…as time passed…I realized…it could always be worse…and so it is…how millions of years later…the gradual morphing into this old gal body…hasn’t been as catastrophic…as that first…terrifying smile line…

Until…the recent onset…of…the jowls…those little sags…blobbing below the jawline…completely…change the look of the face…can kind of see why…someone would consider…a facelift…but who needs a facelift…when…with a little practice in the mirror…the answer to the problem…is the smile…smile…jowls gone…frown…jowls back…smile…gone…

Easy peasy lemon squeezy…until…the botched old people selfie…side view smile of old gal me…reveals…the smile crinkles…those more feared…than the hideous jowls…

And so it is with aging…there will always be something new…something different…perhaps even…possibly worse…but nothing…not even side smile crinkles…should ever keep you…from showing joy…
So smile…laugh…crinkle and wrinkle…and if you’re like this old gal…just avoid…the side face selfie…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…