Your father is 40 this year - and so beautiful. He thinks it is flattery when I say so but it isn't. His body is lean and balanced. The salt and pepper creeping into his hair suits him perfectly. And his smile is so quick and easy.
Happiness, health, confidence - still the perfect recipe for good looks.
Men are so lucky that they come into themselves again at this age. I can't see the age lines on my face as a bonus. But, somehow, his make him look more finished.
I feel so lucky to have such a wonderful and good looking husband.
And now, we have you two. How did I ever get to be so lucky?
Life is round and full of happiness and light. Certainly busier than I can handle some days but packed to the brim with meaning too.
Middle age - right in the center of all things. And I'm moving toward it pretty darn quick.
So far, not nearly as bad as it once sounded. Although, menopause still scares the s%@$ out of me. I guess we'll see.
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