This is a photo of my daughter and me. WHAT is it that makes one pull one’s face in such a funny way, when one holds a cellphone or tablet at arms length to take a self portrait? But to me, it turned out to be a precious photo, anyway.
Our birthdays are just two weeks apart, with 30 years inbetween our birth years. She could probably use it instead of some hit-and-miss “Age Yourself” application. And hopefully recover from the sinking feeling of knowing what she would look like 30 years into the future.
Which always makes me wonder: do we REALLY want to know?
If I knew what scars the next thirty years of living life were going to leave on my face – around my eyes and in the way my mouth is going to shape – would I have the courage to live them?