This photo was taken a long, long time ago. When I was young. Not just young-er, mind you, but truly, actually young.
When I look at that girl, living that previous life, I am amazed she survived. Happy for her, too. And though I recognize her, I am not her. Not anymore.
Today I am older. A whole year older, in fact, as today is my birthday. And though I have more wrinkles than the kid in the photo above, I also have more good memories. More to smile about. More love than I ever thought imaginable. I think that counts for a whole lot.
Here’s to another year. And hopefully another. And another. And…