Continuity

Things change and yet they always stay the same. I like it both ways. Day to day feels the same and yet when I look in the mirror I see new lines that I didn't have the time before. I've been very lucky in that I haven't gotten many grey hairs yet. Maybe I shouldn't say "lucky" because I think there is something about women with grey hair that is very gracious. My mother's hair is grey. She has wrinkles and lines in her face from years of working in the sun. From years of worrying about her children. From years of living. My daughter asked me the other night if I was afraid of getting older. I told her no. It is something I am actually looking forward to. I plan for the next phase to be just as adventurous and fulfilling as the ones that have passed, but just in other areas. I absolutely love having chats with Kristin about life. She always adds a fresh perspective to the topic and it pleases my heart that we can have these deep, meaningful conversations. I remember talking with my mom about getting older and it doesn't seem like it was that long ago, but it was. I just hope that someday when Kristin is asked if she is afraid of getting older she will remember our conversation and realize that things change and yet they always stay the same.