Hopefully you’ve known a kind older person in your lifetime. One whose face is filled with wrinkles from a lifetime of smiles, whose cheeks have a rosy glow from making the effort to be cheerful, and whose eyes have a twinkle of wisdom and memories.

The only thing capable of rivaling such beauty is a smile from a newborn babe. 

Forget wanting to look like movie stars and “perfect” folks. I want wrinkles, LOTS of them. I want laugh lines around my mouth and crinkles at my eyes. I want wore out hands from preparing meals for generations and I want joints so used they begin to wear and ache in my older years.

And don’t you dare deny me my white hair as a testament of the grace I was shown in being able to watch my kids and grandkids grow up! 

God, keep me so busy and focused on the living at hand and the love, smiles, laughter, and joy that come with it that I could not possibly end up with a drawn and pinched face or the time or inclination to have one stretched and taught from trying to hide the evidence of a life well lived.

I want to leave this world with every blessed wrinkle I can possibly manage to earn and when I grow old, stand back coz I’ll show them what beautiful really is.

Lookout world. Granny’s got cookies!

Make some wrinkles today!

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