No Shame

My sixteen year old son recently purchased a camera he had been saving his scheckels for, for a long, long time. As a result, we all are beginning to feel we live on a pared down version of a reality show. Mundane things such as washing dishes, reading a book, breathing, all are captured through the lens of my photographer in the making.

Recently, Mr.Paparazzi sneaked into my room while I was resting and visiting with my sister on the phone. As you can see, it wasn't one of my better days. Low vitamin levels are etched all over my face and are felt in my bones. Besides a fistful of pills every morning to get my body and mind back up and running, I'm intentionally seeking humor in my daily routine. Living at our house provides many doses of said medicine, but a sure bet, quick shot, of deep, bone healing laughter is easily provided by my sister.

Even though this shot shows all my imperfections from misshaped nostrils to coffee stained teeth and jowelly chin (I'm blaming the last on my enlarged thyroid), it shows me receiving and celebrating the gift of laughter as only my sister can do. Endorphins released, without any shame whatsoever. Snap away Sam. This is a gift I want you to remember - laughter is a gift that covers a multitude of imperfections this life holds.