This morning at Bic's with Nancy, I saw a woman who was probably in her 70's with a red hair bow in her blondish gray hair.
And for some reason it gave me hope. Hope that I don't ever really have to grow old. That I can still do girly things.
I'm thrilled to find out, I never have to outgrow the little things that are simply pretty for pretty's sake. That growing older doesn't have to mean growing completely practical.
I thought of that woman Saturday morning as I was getting ready to go with Melania-Joy to the Earth Day celebration at Fair Park and pinned orange flowers in my hair.
And for some reason it gave me hope. Hope that I don't ever really have to grow old. That I can still do girly things.
I'm thrilled to find out, I never have to outgrow the little things that are simply pretty for pretty's sake. That growing older doesn't have to mean growing completely practical.
I thought of that woman Saturday morning as I was getting ready to go with Melania-Joy to the Earth Day celebration at Fair Park and pinned orange flowers in my hair.
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