I found all these pictures of my brother as he was growing up.I love them. Some faces I remember, others I don't as I was too young. But I realized how we change through the years, and even though we remember what people looked like at various stages of life, we still tend to remember them as we last saw them...be it a few minutes ago or thirty years ago. I guess I might like to opt for the thirty years ago...but as I think about it, I am not totally sure about that, either! LOL I am thinking God wanted us to age as we grow, becoming even more beautiful just as a beautiful rose bud becomes even more beautiful as it matures. I guess it is all in the eye of the beholder!! But to me, there is something very beautiful in the face of an aged person.
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Jen Reed: Reflections