I feel alright about my neck

 

Ephron's notable "I feel bad about my neck." crossed my mind the second my husband showed me the photo he had just taken.

I almost missed his proud ear-to-ear smile and glued myself to the deep crow's feet around my eyes.

"Gosh. This is forty-four." I moaned.

"That's you celebrating your first book," he said.

And just like that, he was Mr. Right.

ps: I am curious, if you are over 40, how do you respond to all the changes in you? 

Pre menopausal syndrome? wrinkles? the uncertain waves of emotions? Or are you smooth sailing like nothing happens?