Glad for Sunscreen

My mother is getting ready for dying.  How can this be?  Well she is giving me things, like letters, and old photos of myself.  I have begged her to stop giving me things.  "Mom!, my house is tiny, I have been married for 26 years, we have so much stuff;  I don't have room for ANYMORE!"  Well, this is what she gave me.  Yellowed copies of my wedding day photos.  I have taken this one, and fixed the colors and and added the date on Photoshop.

As Jordan and I were looking at this, we both commented on how little I have changed.  Yes,  I am heavier, and I am proud of the gray hair, but I don't think my teeth have yellowed,(no coffee, no smoking) and I have to say I don't have any wrinkles.  (hats, and spf 15)   As I thought about whether or not to post these feelings of my appearance,  I thought "why not"?  Why shouldn't a woman of my years give herself a big old pat on the back?  I don't think it is wrong  to be happy in my own skin.  Skin that is fabulously supple and young... hee hee.