They Are What They Are

I know I am 54 years blessed.

But I don't feel much different than I felt when I was 34.

I truly don't.

But I look different.

At 34, there was no gray hair.

Anywhere!

But the gray is alive and well now.

And I'm THANKFUL for that. 'Cause that means I'm STILL HERE!

I give gratitude for my 54, blessed years,

And my gray hair,

And my sun-kissed skin,

And for simply being HERE!

The physical changes that come with growing older are natural.

And inevitable.

Yep! They simply are what they are!

And I'm fine with that.

Yep! I'm fine with that!