Third generation blue eyes.
Wrinkles that laugh in lines down creased cheeks.
My mom’s lopsided smile.
Motherhood in every nook and cranny, where there never used to be a nook and cranny.
The happy kind of tired.
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Green Irish eyes a-smilin’.
Lots and lots of freckles!
My Dad’s thick brown wavy hair.
Lanky arms that are good for kid-squeezin’!
Crow’s feet that prove I laugh a lot! :)
Scar under my lip from childhood chicken pox.
Freckles that I used to dislike but am okay with since my husband likes them.
Teeth that remind me I should have worn my retainer.
Blue eyes from my maternal grandmother.
A bit of weariness, a touch of contentment, a yearning for home.
Brown eyes that disappear when I smile.
A morning person. ;o)
A thankful, tired, blessed, contented, and happy mama and wife.
A gal who wears the same skin, but looks practIcally NOTHING like her old self. Praise be to GOD!
A gal who has been forgiven much.
Wrinkles of happy.
Laugh lines and crows feet (are those the same thing??!).
My mama’s brown eyes.
My daddy’s smile.
Skin kissed by the sun (ok.ok. it was a tanning bed, but do I have to disclose that?)
Age – but in a good way, like a fine wine.
Blue eyes that i see in my children.
wrinkles from grief
hair that really needs cutting but wild like me really.
a smile that lightens on the return home of my children.
A crooked smile that reflects my lopsided life!
The same serious eyes that peer deeply into my own when my daughter has a question.
Wrinkles and freckles and lines and creases … reminding me of sunshine and sorrow, young ideals and a maturing faith.
Some crazy hair – curly and multi-colored – that reflects the bigness of the life I wan to live – filled with funkiness and adventure and all the colors and textures of the people who have touched my heart.
Totally love your crooked smile and lopsided life… too funny!
(Love it! Can’t wait to come back and read more!)
Freckles my mom said would fade when I “grew-up.”
Blond-ish hair that used to be blonder.
The scar from when I had my eyebrow pierced in college.
The blue eyes I got from my dad and passed on to my youngest son.
An acceptance of myself I wish I had 15 years ago.
My dad’s blue eyes.
My mom’s smile.
Weariness and strength.
BELLY!
Oh…and my feet. That’s the only way I see them now (check out my latest blog post – haha!)
When I look into the mirror, I see…
*Green eyes with brown flecks.
*Reddish brown hair that used to be more red than brown, but is now more brown than red.
*An imperfect body, but a woman who is perfectly loved.
When I look into the mirror with my son, I see…
*joy
*contentment
*laughter
*satisfaction with my life
I see my daddy’s eyes.
My mother’s stance.
His awkward smile that runs on his side of the family.
His lil’ pug nose, that my husband says appears out of
nowhere.
Yes, I have legs because of this man who is, indeed, all leg.
I have his hair. I have her shape.
I want her strength. I share her laughter–her voice.
I share their faith. What a combo!
Oh, Lisa-Jo, stop by and grab a balloon, and enter to win your Whimsy!
I linked up an entire blog post in answer to your question!!
Come see… http://hisfirefly.blogspot.com/2010/05/flashback-friday-in-mirror.html
Little baby hairs growing back in, a sign that this body has made, carried, and given life to another.
A smile that now understands that smiling is not about happiness, but joy and true contentment.
Greenish eyes that not one of my sons carried on.
A sun shape of stretch marks around my belly button for “dando luz” (giving birth, but literally translated, giving light) to these precious little boys of mine :)
Wisdom tweaking out from the tippy top,
Two blue pools right in the middle.
Laughter seeping crow footed out the sides.
A hole in each cheek for good measure,
and a body that remembers youth… but a bit vaguely now.
:)
amy in peru
http://apilgrimsproject.blogspot.com
Love this – it reads like a poem to me. And yes, my body only has a vague recollection of my youthful days as well ;)
Sounds beautiful.
When I look in the mirror, I see a body that wants to move. =) (don’t tell anyone I said that, though!)
Brown marbled green, soulful eyes
An “Anne of Green Gables” nose that turns up at the end just so
Heart-shaped lips
Giggle-lines
Fuller cheeks that freckles cover
I see a wife, a mother, a daughter, a life lover.
Happy Friday!
Green eyes that used to be brown.
Eye brows that need to be waxed.
A face he loves.
Your eyes changed color? Seriously?
Yep. Had dark brown eyes till my late 20’s. They still change every now and then being brown, hazel, or green. But usually they’re green.
eeee another thing we have alike :) in the sunshine – or when I’m mad – I get green-eyed. But normal times I have browney-amber-greeney eyes. :)
…hair that doesn’t cooperate, but that everyone loves {me and my crazy curls}.
…eyes that drink in color like a dehydrated camel drinks water. :)
…lips that are quick to smile, but sometimes quicker to frown.
…just me.
P.S. I wanted to say thank you for stopping by The Sweetest Petunia – you’re welcome back anytime. And this post was beautiful.
I see…
…lots of wrinkles and pigmentation from the african sun I love.
…crooked teeth and smile that give me “personality.”
…thin eyelashes and eyebrows with a bit of gray.
…a loving mother.
…a woman who knows God.
I had to do this once, at the Clinique counter in the mall – and hated how she made me point out my BIG pores (and how my whole face is a big pore).
But for you – I see denim blue eyes, I’ve always been complimented on. I see crows feet – when did I get so old, I see a chinny chin chin hair – EEK!
I closed my eyes! =)
Girl, believe me when I had this in mind – I did NOT expect us all to be looking as close as our pores! There are some things I don’t want to see in my mirror! ;) Especially not pointed out by the makeup lady – yikes!
hair recovering from logging in 42 travel hours.
unable-to-stop-smiling-face (Africa has that effect on me).
peace. (Africa does that too)
Peely-pink nose kissed by the African sun.
joy-in-expecation.
longing…
longing..yea,,,me too.
someone who looks like I might look when I’m old enough to look old…
someone who has lately been dying for a cigarette…
someone who, even at such an advanced age, doesn’t know who the hell she is…
Eyes that are never really the same color day after day.
A brown age spot on my cheek in the same place as my mom’s.
Hair that is needed to be colored again.
A “tubby” nose, as my younger sister called it when we were little and share more than just a bedroom.
Lips that I pray my husband will always want to kiss even when we are old.
the tired kind of tired…
an italian nose…
eyes that bare my soul…