I'm starting to get used to it. But I have to say, those eye wrinkles really snuck up on me. I remember a few years ago, a friend emailed me a pic he had taken of me and Otto, and I was like, "Wait. Huh? Bad lighting." But in my heart, I knew I was full of it.
I had a similar experience when I was dying my hair last summer. As I looked carefully at the un-dyed regrowth over my ears, holy wow. An alarming number of gray hairs.
You have to understand, neither one of my parents started to gray until they were in their 50s (at least, that's the story). Man, was I ever smug about that, thinking I was home free. I've always said that I'd never dye to cover gray. I dye because I like my hair a couple shades darker than my natural color. When the time comes, I will take the aging high road.
Seriously, what an idiot.
I will dye you, gray hair...oh yes, for years to come.
I chose this picture because it shows my wrinkles the clearest. If you click on it you really get the good stuff. Let's just get it out there and be done with it.
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36. Wrinkled and gray. And somebody get that old lady some Chapstick!
2 comments:
You're beautiful...and every smile wrinkle we get is earned from making the best of each day and never forgetting to laugh! Bring on the saggy butt photos - I can handle it.xx
Guess who found my way here. Unbelievable, huh? I'm loving these entries, from candy to your beautiful face to Otto's bright cheer. I'm late for bed again now, and it's all your fault. (And, unlike your candy addiction, my late-to-bed addiction seems impossible to cure, so I'm looking for someone else to blame!) I'll be back to review a little more of your life backwards tomorrow night.
Love,
Mom
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