Half a Century

Beloved Husband turns 50 today.
How can that possibly be? Where has the time gone?
He is eternally young at heart.

Happy Birthday, Beloved. I love your half-a-century face. May the future bring you many more years, and All Good Things, always.

Intelligence, goodness, humanity, excitement, serenity. Over time, these are the things that change the musculature of your face, as do laughter and animation and especially whatever peace you can broker with the person inside.

It's furrow, pinch and judgment that make us look older — our mothers were right. They said that if you made certain faces, they would stick and they do. But our mothers forgot that faces of kindness and integrity stick as well.

— Anne Lamott, Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith