Several days later, I showed my special gift to a new friend. She saw those photos of the past ten years and didn't recognise me.
I found my first gray hair this week, and my mind went immediately to that moment. I am changing. I am not the same person I was at twenty, and I don't look like her.
I don't know how I feel about that. Being confronted with my mortality is unsettling. I no longer have my whole life ahead of me. I no longer can pretend as I did in my twenties that I'm merely playing at being a grown-up. This is life and every twenty-four hours, I use up another day of it. But then I'm excited, too, about the memories that will confront me from some future fridge.
I took this last
photo of myself
today
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You are so gorgeous! For many lovely reasons :)
ReplyDeleteAnd...your hair?! You didn't tell me about that! It looks darker!
You make me smile :)
DeleteBtw, that's you and me in the photo near the bottom of the fridge. You're holding a teeny Jonah...he's turning eight in four days :)
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