|photo credit: Tim Barosh|
Today I looked at myself and said, "You know, Carol Jones, you don't look too bad for a woman of 53 years. You've got a few wrinkles and some junk in the trunk, and let's get real, a boob job wouldn't hurt you, but generally speaking, you're one hot mama."
(yep, my actual conversation with myself)
I don't know, something about staring at myself in the mirror and talking to myself out loud made me giggle.
Hearing the noise in the background of our home, the girls laughing, iTunes playing, I smiled, thinking how different my life *is* versus how I imagined it *would be* at this point.
I think somehow I pictured that I'd be in Paris or on some remote sandy beach sipping fruity drinks adorned with pink paper umbrellas. Trust me when I tell you, in no way did I ever imagine I'd be starting all. over. again.
Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom. In fact, I think it's been my very best work. I just didn't see myself here, at this stage again, at this point in my life.
But in the best and most fulfilling of ways, I'm glad I'm here.
And I'm thankful for every single thing God has allowed in my life, because each of those things, from the greatest of joys to the deepest of sorrows, has shaped and molded me into the woman I have become - every curve, wrinkle and flaw included.
All that to say, "Happy Birthday Carol Jones. You're looking pretty good, girl."