I've recently reconnected with a bunch of different friends from high school through Facebook and been checking out their pictures to see how much they've changed. I've continued to stay in contact with friends from college, but I also continue to be surprised when I see their pictures. All I can think of is, man they're getting old. Sadly, in many cases, they seem to be the worse for wear.
Then. . . I look in the mirror.
We keep the perfect picture of someone as they were when we knew them years ago. Actually, we glorify them so much that in our mind they look even better than they really did. Then when we look in their faces years later we recognize that our memory was just as flawed as theirs was.
Yes. . . I'm not aging all that gracefully either.
So, what's the point of all this? I'm old and I'm happy with that.
The more I look at my hands I see the veins popping out. I remember loving to push on my dads veins and see what would happen. I'm even happier that Rachel seems to have inherited that interest as well.
So, may we all recognize we're just getting uglier and uglier (er, more refined), and be happy with that.