What Beauty Really Means

I don't know why I've had this on my mind a lot.

Wrinkles.

To me, there is nothing more beautiful then wrinkles of someone who has traveled miles full of love.

Exhibit A:

I don't know why society makes everyone have such a negative view on wrinkles or even scars. Both have stories to tell.

I love the quote by Marjorie Pay Hinckley:

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.

I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.

I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick
neighbors children.

I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.

I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder.

I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."

I couldn't have said it better myself. I absolutely love that quote and I hope when I get older I'll be proud of the wrinkles, scars, and miles of love that I hope to have traveled within my life.  To me that is what beauty really means.