“Honey!” he said carrying an old album, “let’s go back and remember when…”
She gasped to herself as he opened it, “I was so much younger then.
“Look how beautiful I used to be…and I’d sure like to know”
“As I’ve gotten older…where did my beauty go?”
“Oh I beg differ.” He smiled. “For this beauty you’re talking about
has never shown from outward in…it flows from inward out.”
“The same beauty I see in these old photos, still fills my heart with sighs…
It radiates from your heart…your soul…it’s reflected in your eyes.”
“What makes you beautiful today is something time cannot destroy…
It’s how you live each moment…It’s the way you fill your life with joy. “
“I think beauty is like the seasons and it’s not until we’re fully grown
that we realize each season of life…has a beauty all it’s own.”
“It’s true you’re not as beautiful as in this photograph array…
that would be impossible…because you become more beautiful every day.”
“So as we turn these pages…as we stop along the way…
Remember you were only younger then…you‘re much more beautiful today.”
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