There I was just sitting at my desk trying to review the motherload of emails that had accumulated over the past two days when I heard a shriek coming from upstairs. Startled, I screamed "Are you okay?"
My twentysomething year old daughter yelled back, "Mom come up here. You're not going to believe this!" I bounded up the stairs uncertain of what I was going to find when I reached the top. Has someone broken in and had been hiding in her closet? Had the army of ants who invade out home every summer launched their first attack?
When I spotted my daughter, in a state of some undress (she had on a bra and shorts) in the upstairs hallway, she pointed to her face and stated," I need botox! Look at these lines on my face!"
Not quite knowing whether to be mad (since she scared the hell out of me) or to laugh, I asked "What lines?" She then pointed at a faint wrinkle that extended from the bottom of her left nostril to the left of her top lip. "A laugh line?", I asked. " You're worried about a laugh line?"
I calmly explained to her that laugh lines should be considered a badges of honor. They were the honorable souvenirs of a life full of laughter, good times and fun. Looking at my own laugh lines in the mirror, I remembered all the times my father had tickled me when I was a child, the way I laughed and laughed as I watched my daughter taking her first steps, and how much I enjoyed watching reruns of "I Love Lucy".
Next time you look in the mirror, take a look at your laugh lines and remember to cherish them. They are symbols of a wonderful life.
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