Laugh lines should be funny, right? Or are they a misnomer, like “funny bone?” Either way, I was a little taken aback by this family photo taken at Easter. While I should be focusing on the fact that I have a beautiful, happy family, my eyes were instantly drawn to the collection of little lines around my eyes. When did this happen? Who is this person?
I never thought I would really care about the visible results of aging (I’ve got two kiddos, so I’m kind of over that by now). But this has me a bit befuddled. Should I embrace these new accessories? Start using serums like a mad woman? Start crying in hopes that they’ll reverse? I suppose there’s no turning back now, so I’ll just chalk it up to living a full life, and keep on smiling.