Twenty-five years ago, in August 1991, my husband Jerry and I moved into our first and only house. It was brand new, and the paint was barely dry. (We had done the painting ourselves with the help of friends, family, and a power roller.) Last night in honor of this special anniversary, I cleaned and polished the kitchen sink so it shone.
Yeah, there are a few bumps and scratches, but it’s still beautiful. I guess the same thing could be said about me. And you.
You may have bumps, bruises, scratches or scars. Just like my sink, you’ve worked hard. Seen a lot of dirty dishes. Cleaned up several messes. And now you shine with a patina that comes with age, wear, and experience.
Be proud of those scars. Those scratches. Those nicks and bumps. They are proof that you’ve really lived. And I love you all the more because you’ve helped show me how to live with grit, grace, and gratitude in the midst of it all.
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