I cleaned my bathroom today.
That may not be big news at your house, but it is around here. I tend to keep it picked up, slightly swiped regularly, but not what I (or anyone else) would call cleaned.
I had a little laugh at myself when I realized that I am trying to moisturize myself into looking younger.
I have night cream, day cream, extra-emollient cream (it is so good that it will soften my feet), microdermabrasion cream, eye cream, cream to fade age spots, cream to cover up age spots, creams with names that I can't pronounce because they are in another language but someone told me they are creamy and good for aging skin.
I even have one called Precious Cream. I haven't opened it, yet. Because it is precious.
The years that brought the age and the wrinkles that need the creams have also brought great blessings. I noticed a deeper wrinkle yesterday when I looked in the mirror. The great thing is that the mirror was being held by Lily as she put makeup on my face.
I am so thankful for the blessings of the day I had yesterday. I spent special, one-on-one time with two of our grandchildren and talked with and hugged the other three. I had meaningful conversations with two of our children, two of their spouses, my mother, both sisters, a sister-in-law, my mother-in-law, and my husband. I feel a peace that completely passes any understanding I could have had in my youth. I am aware of the perfect, total, and complete love that God has for me.
I am learning to love the skin I am in.
I just want to keep it moisturized.