I found this photo of a card I made about a year ago for my youngest sister for her 50th birthday. I am one of those women who isn't "growing old gracefully" because I'm too hung up on silly things like wrinkles, gray hairs, wattles (where'd THAT come from?), sagging boobs and little spider veins mysteriously appearing on my legs. Well, today I decided that I'm alive, healthy, and I have a lot to be grateful for, so I'm going to quit belly-aching about growing old and just enjoy being along for the ride in this great thing we call life. My youngest sister and I made a pact that we are going to make it to 100 years old, and so I need to get started on that by keeping fit (start walking again, I love it), eating healthy (yeah, right--I love Cheetos and chocolate cake) and changing my attitude (I can do it)!

"Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life." ~Charles Dickens