Since I am almost 40 now -- God, I love saying that -- I finally know what beauty is. To me, beauty is the beach near my house, puttering around my kitchen, the laughter of a good friend, my dogs' stinky fur, Amma's inability to say the letter R, Tish's sensitive heart, Chase's darkening summer skin against his ultra white teeth, Craig playing hide and seek by himself, the steeple of my beloved church, a hot chai tea, and the banyan trees in my front yard. Today I will FILL UP WITH THIS BEAUTY.
After a few years of not being able to read the fine print, I broke down and bought my first pair of reading glasses. It was like the reverse of a teen nervously buying condoms. "First pair of reading glasses," I informed the clerk, just to prove that I'm not at all embarrassed. "My mom wears those," she smiled. And now I'm mortified.