As I stare at myself in the mirror after getting out of the shower. Knowing I am turning a year older in couple of days. What do I see? A gray hair sneeking out from beneath the colored ones. Wrinkles lining up on my face in a not so attractive way. Stretch marks that make me feel like an old giraffe. Signs of childbirth. You can’t diet those away. Speaking of diet,that I need to do more of.
But, my husband sees me with ageless eyes. Not the wrinkles,grey hair,chubby tummy,and even the stretch marks.
He sees his beautiful southern girl he feel in love with.
Not wrinkles around my eyes and mouth. The timeless gorgeous green eyes he loves to get lost in. The mouth he loves to kiss,and where one of his favorite sounds come from,my laugh. No grey hair,even if it wasn’t colored,just the beautiful burnette he loves to touch. As for the stretch marks, he sees the results of the two greatest gifts in his lifes his sons. A sign of unconditional and unbending love.
Even though time is bearing on us both. I have ageless eyes for him too. I see my cute surfer boy that stole my heart away. Not his wrinkles around his eyes, I see his “Smilely Eyes.” His gorgeous blue eyes that still make me melt. I don’t see the grey that is salt and peppering his hair,to me just the sandy blonde hair I love to run my fingers through. Chubbytown is a stop we have both made but, we don’t see it or even notice when we hug each other tight.
We have surrender to father time, but through our love blinded and timeless eyes we see the two teenagers who fell in love,even at first site. Maybe a little more mature, but we still see each other with ageless eyes.