We are all aging.  From the moment we are born, we are aging.
 In the beginning, we are excited to be turning five, sixteen, twenty-one, with each new age we gain more and more freedoms.  By the time we are in our thirties, we should be more or less, free to do whatever we wish.  Our forties arrive, and we realize, perhaps, for the first time that we are not immortal.  That yes, our bodies, faces, and minds, and let's not forget our eyes, are aging.
      At this point, I am forty-five to date, we need to make a decision.  Are we going to age graceful, with a smile on our face.  Or are we going to fight it, only to find in the end no matter how many squats we did, how many times we turned down that piece of chocolate cake, or how many surgeries or injections we have had, old age will find us.
     I say let's enjoy it.  Every moment, the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Every second of it.  So when we look at our faces in the mirror, when Father Time has caught up with us, we can account for every laugh line, every frown line, and every age spot.  And be grateful for every single one...