"Let me grow lovely, growing old -
so many fine things do;
Lace and ivory and gold
and silks need not be new.
There is a healing in old trees,
old streets a glamour hold.
Why may not I, as well as theses,
grow lovely, growing old?"
From "Wings of Silver", author unknown.
I found this in a little daily thought book given to me by my step-daughter over 10 years ago. It means more to me now that I am 10 years older! Go figure!
I try to grow "lovely, growing old." I do not believe that complaining about your aches and pains or the things you can no longer do, makes you lovely. I think bringing joy or comfort to others, being a good friend, being a good wife, and letting the love of Christ shine through my face and actions, helps me to "grow lovely, growing old." At least I hope so.
I don't mind getting older. I do not wish I were 20 again. Not one little bit. I love where I am and who I am with and I wouldn't go back even if I could do it all over "knowing then, what I know now." If I did that, I might end up somewhere else, with someone else and I don't want to do that.
Growing older is an adventure and I love it. It's "not for sissies" as my late Mother used to say but it has a joy about it that you can't know until you are there. So my plan is to "grow lovely, growing old."