Today is my 50th Birthday (ouch) and my husband, ever the one for the grand gesture, sent me an arrangement of 50 roses. Naturally it had to be my photo of the day.
It is a big birthday indeed, but I certainly don’t feel 50, and a few very kind people have told me I don’t look 50, and I have 50 roses to remind me of all the blessings I have enjoyed in every year of my life.
So I say, wrinkles be damned…and I guess I can also be thankful that my close vision has deteriorated to the point where I can’t see the wrinkles anyway…. 🙂
