My spouse loves this picture of me. I do not.
Yesterday, when we were sitting in the hospital waiting room, he stroked my face and said, "wrinkles."
I cringed. But he meant it as a good thing.
He tells me that I am more beautiful as I get older and he loves every line on my face.
Since he has always found me the most attractive when I am dressed casually and looking relaxed (the man thinks overalls are hot), I believe him.
The 'eye of the beholder', indeed.
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