Laugh lines make the woman

Maybe it’s me finally letting go of my Peter Pan complex (inherited from my father and his “You’re only as old as you feel” philosophy), but turning 35 has been a big deal for me. I’ve been seeing someone new in the mirror.

It’s all in the eyes. The Norwegian crows feet are beginning to make their presence known, and staking claim to the corners of my eyes where they meet my grinning cheeks. And no I don’t blame this on an incredibly hard year – a year that no doubt is the hardest of my life. There is really no reason to lay blame at all. Instead, I like to consider all this “age” as proof of many good times.

I am fortunate to laugh a lot. Chuckles, giggles, chortles and guffaws. I see my lines as memories for all the fun. Like Mater who never fixes a dent, I don’t plan on getting rid of this proof of 35 years of laughs.

I have always been surrounded by jokesters and pranksters, those with witty sarcasm and slap-your-knee one-liners. And of course, I now have a daily dose of little boy silliness. From every point in my life I can get lost in my laughing memories. So many of you are to thank for it all. So thank you for the laughs, and the memories.

Well, now that I think of it…. Maybe I should be blaming YOU guys after all! 😉