Last week I was looking at my wedding picture with my daughter. She was asking me questions that forced me to stop and really look at the picture.
After she walked away I studied it more carefully.
I couldn’t get over how young I looked. Thirteen years have managed to put a few lines on my face and a few extra pounds on the hips.
Almost as quickly as I noticed how young I looked a new thought took its place:
Yeah you look younger, but if I had to pick who I’d want by my side in good times or bad – it would be the you that’s standing here today.
30 year old Patty could be blown over by a strong wind. 43 year old Patty remains standing in a hurricane.
Its true I looked younger but that’s because I was younger. And the last thirteen years have given me a strength that 30 year old version of me wouldn’t have known is possible. I am proud of who I’ve become.
Yeah those two (deep) lines between my brows are there from stress and worry.
But that stress and worry taught me how useless stress and worry truly is. And I wear my laugh lines like a badge of honor because I have learned how to smile through my tears.