Vanity
Vanity. We all have it to one degree or another. I was chatting with Dad the other day about a wedding I helped with. Both the bride and groom were older (he was nearly 90 and she was north of 70). He looked his age, and she… seemed ageless. Definitely an older woman, but so well put together that it was hard to nail down how old she might actually be. Her hair was perfect, she was dressed impeccably and her skin was just the right kind of softness – not too tight, not too loose. I remember thinking that this was the kind of woman I wanted to be when I got to that age. I’m not that old yet, but I’m getting there. Over 60, under 70, and about to gain another year under my belt. And I realized that I do not have what it takes to do that kind of maintenance. For one thing, my hair is definitely not cooperating. It’s so thin on top than you can see my skull through it, scalp shining away. I don’t ...