My husband told that, that, in the hours after our daughter was born, he would stand in front of the mirror and stare at himself. I'm a father, he would say out loud, over and over.
I find myself doing that today......staring in the mirror, my eyes, searching my reflection for an answer , assessing the source of this line and that wrinkle, hoping that indeed those are laugh lines, and not crows feet. Putting my palms on my cheeks, and gently pulling those lines away .Choosing to think they add character, rather than diminish me. And repeating to my self over and over. I am the mother of a 30 year old woman.
Happy Birthday, darlin'