I was recently talking to an elderly man. Very elderly. He asked me, "have you met my wife?" I said, "no not yet." He said, "well, you see that dried cherry all wrinkled and small." Hmmmmmmm, "yes I do." (where was this conversation going) "that's what my wife looks like. Tiny, small, wrinkly and the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. I can't wait for you to meet her."
I thought that was the strangest but sweetest analogy I've ever heard. One reason I LOVE working with elderly, there are so many success stories. And if you listen, there is so much to learn. On how to love each other unconditionally and grow old gracefully, with a good sense of humor.
The other day I pulled my hair back and Leah was like, "WOW MOM!" WOW was right. There wasn't a few grey hairs, their were clumps. I am by no means the fashion queen. (I had to borrow a friends clothes a couple weeks ago to look "classy"). I'm just me, and I like that. But this grey hair thing, I am not a fan of. So I called another friend that took care of the grey hair. (good thing for friends :)
My point is, you can't stop this aging thing and there is no reason to. It's the way God intended us to be. As a mom, I want my girls to see us do it gracefully, embrace it, and with a good sense of humor. Every wrinkle has a memory. Every grey hair must have something to say. I pray Steve and I make it to the age of that couple. And if so, I know we'll be more in love than ever. Some things just continue to get better with time.