I noticed something amusing while I was shaving this morning: the lines in my forehead have quit disappearing all the way. They are easy to see too because the long, thick, wavy hair that used to cover them doesn’t come down that far anymore. It has become trapped high up on top of my head in between my ever rising forehead in the front and my ever growing bald spot in the back. It hasn’t quite stopped growing on the sides of my head yet, however. In fact, my hair even sparkles in the sun now that there is more silver in it than brown.

I know that society must think I am strange to be laughing at this rising and wrinkled forehead and silver hair, but I really don’t mind my body growing older that much. I know that it is a natural and beautiful process that lasts from the second we are born until the second we die. I even enjoy watching those laugh lines appear when I smile in the mirror. It makes me happy to know that most of those wrinkles are in the right places and come from almost forty years of laughter and smiles. I look forward to them deepening even more in the future. I myself have never seen a smiling face no matter how wrinkled that was not beautiful.