Here’s a funny thing about being a piano player.
Whenever you rest your hands, they are perpetually “in position”.
I started to play when I was three, got my first piano at nine years old and still play to this day, as do my four daughters.
I’ll never forget the moment I asked my piano teacher, Ms. Brooks, “How did you get those veins?”.
She laughed but the truth was, I wanted those veins. I wanted those wrinkles.
They represented age and experience, two things I, the youngest of eight children, yearned for.
This weekend I will turn 38 years young.
I look down at my hands and notice the telltale signs of aging and honest-to-God, I feel so lucky.
I’ve lived this many years and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll live just as many more!
To me, wrinkles are beautiful and should be worn as a badge of honor.
Not everyone is so lucky.
And at 38, more than anything else, that is what I feel: lucky.
How did she get those wrinkles?
By living that long.
If only we could all be so lucky.