So, I hesitated to put up this photo because I look so damned wrinkly.
Look at the wrinkles! It might not be as stark if I weren't directly next to this glowing little wrinkle-free dollop of sparkly deliciousness. Ohhh, that skin!
I've only recently started realizing the extent of my wrinkles, and honestly, I sort of want a laser peel or botox or some kind of something. I don't even know. I have a big scar on my forehead, and that doesn't bother me. It's the eye wrinkles that kill me.
I suppose they're all bits of character, though.
But looking at that smooth, sweet, innocent face, you realize how little sun it's seen, how little hardship, and how many experiences lie ahead.
You know, one day Nick and I were talking about how much life Jordan has before him. And how we're going to have to see bad things happen to him, things we can't prevent.
Nick started listing physical dangers. He said, "He has tons of skinned knees in his future. He might break an arm."
It's true. I never broke anything, but I have scars galore from scrapes and scabs. (Don't pick your scabs! But they iiiitch!)
"Yah. And then one day somebody will break his heart."
Nick got these big tears in his eyes. "Jesus, Lisa. Broken bones are one thing. I can't think about that."