Monday, May 18, 2009


It's interesting to me how people wear time. I love looking at wrinkles and wondering about the stories that put them there. It sort of reminds me of laying in the grass when I was a kid watching planes fly over head. I would wonder who is on that plane, where they were going, and wondering if I would ever go anywhere. My world was so small then. It's pretty small now.


brooke t. higgins said...

I always worry that I won't get those cool laugh crinkles next to my eyes. Some people my age are starting to have them already and I don't. I'm going to get forehead worry crinkles instead of eye-laugh crinkles, I just know it.

Kimmie said...

I love that little man. :)