Christine Carter

47 years of thankful: The Mom Cafe

I stepped out of the shower and took a long hard look in the mirror. I gasped as I often do, at the lines, the grays, the bulges, and flaps. And as I got dressed and began to put my make up on, it occurred to me that every mark and mole, every ounce gained and elasticity lost, every sun speckled wrinkle and dimple has it’s time on my own timeline of hours gone by… filled with living.