How to even begin....I have had so many thoughts swimming around in this mind of mine. I've been thinking about my age. I used to think that my prime was in my twenties. They say that it's all downhill after Thirty, but I've decided that I don't believe that. I just finished teaching an aerobics class on Monday and I thought to myself, "I feel more beautiful and collected now than I ever had before." I decided that I love 30 and I look forward to getting older because if that means that you feel more connected to the person you are then it will only get better and better. I read a funny little Christmas story called "The Christmas Scrapbook" and the man told his wife of 45 that he thought she was cute when she was younger, but that she was beautiful now. I think of all the women in my life and there is such an elegance, calmness and beauty about age. I love getting older--I bet some day as my sight c0ntinues to dive, my joints ache, and I start to forget even more than I do now I might reconsider those words, but for now I love it. I guess maybe I'm starting to realize that for me the most important thing is love and service well and sacrifice. I'm learning tons about service and sacrifice. It may be hard, but it feels so good. Plus I think these are the best days my hair has seen--I think back to my mission hair and cringe that I ever went out in public!!! I just remember hearing all the time, "Wow! You have a lot of hair." I've finally learned to tame the mane...
It's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring. He's really snoring. It's been down pouring since we got here last night and it poured all day long. We got up and headed out to Ward Lake to a BBQ with their church. It's beautiful. The kids thought it was the best ever because they had donuts, chips, hot dogs, watermelon, cherries and cookies. Isaak of course immediately started playing with some kids his age. Chloe and Lydia frolicked around in the woods and played horseshoes. It stopped raining for maybe 10 minutes, but other than that it picked right back up. I was sure they were going to cancel the BBQ, but again the kids seemed indifferent to all the rain. Some of them were even kayaking. I was too busy freezing! The hike around the lake is 1.5 miles and we saw a beaver den sans beaver. We walked around the Lake and it was like being submerged in the rain forest. Well it's not like being submerged in a rain forest. We were in a rain forest called the Tong...
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I usually cry every birthday I have. I hate getting older. But this year has brought on some new thoughts on age. I feel more beautiful the older I get too and I love looking at everything I have experienced with another year of life. It makes me feel stronger and wiser... especially after some recent experiences. Funny how our perceptive changes huh?
As always, I adore you (and that includes your fabulous hair!) Happy Saturday!
-Tina
But, I did come to a similar conclusion in the fact that I see women who are older than me and THEY DO have an elegance and confidence about them that says, "I know who I am" and it is beautiful.
Thanks for this post.
Ha ha ha... oh the mission hair. I've heard about this story several times from you guys. I haven't seen what it was, but it is beautiful now!