This is not my favorite word… I like wrinkles on everyone…but me!
I like the wrinkles lined into a businessman’s face showing his years of success won through hard work.
Wrinkles gracing the sweet elderly lady talking to me in the line at the grocery store, more wisdom shared in those few moments than hours of research can yield.
Newborn ‘wrinkles’ are sweet, the folds in soft skin ready to stretch and smooth as they grow.
The thirty-something beauty getting her first forehead line who smiles at life and lives for the days and years ahead.
I love the wrinkles around my husband’s eyes – everything is tan except the wrinkles that are white from squinting into the sun.
Wrinkles on hands as they show me how to bake or how to crochet – the same hands that take my hands and say how lovely they are.
If there were a potion that guaranteed to do no harm, cost less than $50, and actually wiped out wrinkles wherever you rubbed it on, would I buy it? YES! But there isn’t and so I sigh when I see a new wrinkle, a new sag… Could it be that those who love me think “I love her wrinkles that came through her worry for me”, “Her years spent with me”, “Her smiles and laughter throughout each day”…….
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