Faces are awesome and a blessing from God.
When my cousin, a professional wildlife photographer, said he wanted his wife and I to pose together she asked if he would remove the wrinkles.
I looked over at Miss M. and smiled.
Look at that face and those hands.
Hands that taught them how to cook a meal for children to come.
I wonder how many young people went home and proudly showed a parent that they could cook and clean.
Look at her face, I know I did when I ran away from home that one and only time. . .all that way up the hill for love, a coke, and candy then to be sent home.
How many children did that sweet smile comfort when they felt lost?
I look at that face and hold those hands and feel blessed.
No, I won’t be doing much to stop the lines from my face that God had blessed me with.