For many years my husbands could take “candid” shots of me and I looked wonderful. Candid in quotes because I usually knew the location of the camera.
Then a couple of years ago, I said to Dean, no more candids. I don’t like the way I look unless I am posed. And for the most part, pictures of me have been in groups when we knew our picture was being taken and I have been fine with that.
This week, I was So glad to get a haircut that I decided to take a selfie and show you. My first reaction was - yuck! Wrinkles.
Then I remembered a candid picture from our trip that I had not posted because I thought I had too many wrinkles. And then I thought about that picture.
Look at what I am doing? How can I not love this picture? My sweet granddaughter has climbed up beside me to look at pictures and when I said I needed to close the computer because we were getting ready to leave, she pouted, put her thumb in her mouth and snuggled very close. And I am worried about wrinkles???? Get your head on straight, Susan. Realize what really matters: you love and are loved and lots of those wrinkles stem from laughing, enjoying life and from dimples that still appear when I smile. Silly Mama Susan. Nobody notices wrinkles when you hug.