Snow capped by God, we look in the mirror and rejoice in our extended years. Our spirit is timeless, and our wrinkles admit how far we’ve traveled. Beauty is indeed found in the eyes of our Father. He looks upon our hearts, not our dimples or dents.  We collect the miles with smiles as He keeps our engines purring along.  How many more miles can we go? Moses is ageless, and when we arrive in eternity, oh what a glory it will be — to greet souls with stories filled with adventures like ours. With trembling hands and hearts — we thrill at what waits us at His blessed feet.

Remember your 50th year? Then your 75th! It went so very fast, and we kept pace.
We arrive at 80 years old
and our beauty rises as our cells celebrate the ongoing flow of life. Our wild hairs grew luminous, and our lips are ripe — to kiss the bygones goodbye. Oh, what a life lived with passion along with stretching strife.  Our scalps are covered with a soft winter snow. Remember those decadent decades of loving, leaving, losing, and winning. Such peace we now know. Squint to see clearly all the creases that time has chisled. WOW!

We praise God for our tiny loss of hearing, for we delight in silence, but never alone. Our history is found in our beautiful faces.
It feels wonderful to fail
ferociously to have gained the fuller capacity of grace.
We sip our tea quietly in our favorite chair, with a sweet song in our heart. Our arms have wings that flutter as we walk steadied by our faithful angels, ever close by. Cuddled up with a soft blanket, our thoughts get stilled by a radiance that whispers “Your soul’s beauty is never unseen by Me.”