Photo: 1990's to present time
I remember the day my youth waved goodbye. I was dating a fine fella, in theory. We were sitting on his couch watching a rented movie. I didn’t like the movies he chose. He criticized my choices.
I felt a drop of water hit my forehead and dissipate before it could fall to my brow. “Did you see that?” I said.
“Water dripping… fell on my head.” I touched my forehead and looked up at his ceiling.
He looked at his ceiling, too. There was no hole in his ceiling, no condensation either. It wasn't raining outside.
We both pretended I hadn’t lost my mind and started the movie again. He kept sneaking looks at me. Maturity had made me bolder and I finally asked him why he kept looking at me.
He said, it was because I was “eye candy”. Whaaat? I made him stop the movie again to fill me in on this foreign term.
I didn’t know until my 47th year of living that there was a term, slang if you will, eye candy. It sounded to me like a sugary treat that perhaps a cannibalistic populace might eat as dessert. I couldn't wrap my brain around that people actually called each other “eye candy”. I said ok, but didn't really mean it and thought it sounded pretty stupid.
Later that night at home, water fell from my ceiling also. This time two maybe three drops reached my forehead. My eyes crossed to follow the course of the tiny river making its way down my nose. It was the beginning of the end. My youth was waving goodbye.
Then I yelled, "Helloooo, Woman, welcome. You will always be eye candy to me."
What are you inspired to do? Are you marching proudly with time, Blogger Buds? Or kicking and screaming to the end?
Prayers needed here:
My friend L's mammogram found a problem area. She was told that she has malignant area in one breast. She will find out this week what can be done. L is my friend whose young son died last fall after his battle with cancer. She needs prayer to help heal her heart, mind, soul and body. She needs to beat this!