And then one day…
you suddenly notice your skin doesn’t have the same elasticity it once did. It no longer resembles satin and is more of a tightly knit together lace.
the few extra pounds coupled with the daily aches and pains are commonplace and you thrive in the throes of that normalcy.
crow’s feet now crown the eyes where angle wings once danced upon colors, bold and unyielding.
time and seasons have changed the body, for better or for worse.
those marks, born of progeny, forever serve as keen reminders of duty, dedication, and pride.
It‘s not for the weak but its beauty is beyond compare.
but that’s okay.
because.
To grow old is a privilege that not all are afforded.
And beauty is not limited
to the surface of the skin.
How you know dark humor is generational and there is zero way I will ever be able to deny my youngest.
point of reference: the office, CPR episode.
scene: Picking up groceries from curbside with 8 & 10.
whilst sitting in the truck we were conversating. In response to something, I looked at 8 and jokingly told her if she kept it up, I would have to cut her face off and wear it as a mask.
Without missing a beat, 8 dryly replied “At least you’d start getting compliments”.
I died. Right there.
could not breathe.
a past person has visited me two night in a row in my dreams.
it’s amazing how at one time someone who once set your soul ablaze, was also the one responsible for not only extinguishing that flame, and additionally, unapologetically shredded your soul into confetti.
and still. You hold love in your heart and concern for their well being.
that, my friend, is not love. That’s a trauma bond based on years of manipulation and misunderstanding of what love is.