My 34th birthday is coming up soon, and I mention this not to remind you of the blessed event but because as I peered at my face in the mirror today I found a wrinkle. The truth is...I like it. I like that little crease by my right eye, formed by laughter, tears, squints and smiles. It reminds me of my mom, of my grandmother and my aunts, all such beautiful women, all with the most awesome laugh lines that enhance, rather than detract from their beautiful faces.I know that women are supposed to rail and fight against the encroaching signs of age, I know that right now I should be researching anti-wrinkle creams and beginning to evaluate Botox, but I am proud of this little wrinkle. Its a part of me that tells a story and I don't want to fill, buff or smooth it away.
As for the subject of yet another birthday looming in the near future, the only regret that I have about that is that it is a year less to experience all the wonderful adventures that life has to offer. My 33rd year was filled with experiences good and bad, happy and sorrowful. It was also filled with about 575547859978935976493054858 diaper changes, bouts of toddler plague, lots of WoW, annoying coworkers, new friends, old friends that have come back into the picture and many, many cookies.
So as I head into my 34th year, I do so with my eyes open and my mind set to take in all this year might throw at me and with the hope that any wrinkles I accrue this year will be formed primarily by laugh lines and not by frowns. I go in with a prayer that it is a good year, that happiness will far outweigh any sadness and that both of my boys will be potty trained before I turn 35.
