I have this thing about taking pictures of myself on the way to church on Sundays. I believe it is because that is when I have taken the most amount of time to make myself look decent, because every other day I barely comb my hair.
What I get out of these pictures is something for my children to have of me. And... I get to see my transition into old age. I see the fine (well to be honest, more like crows feet) lines around my eyes. The lips that I loved are now succumbing to gravity and have many lines in them. Taking these pictures tells me that I really should use lipstick. Only 20 year olds can get away with the "nude" look. I am grateful for my gene's that have allowed me to "feel" younger than I am for quite some time, but I know that time is no longer sneaking up on me, it is staring me straight in the face.
Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against age. I don't want to look like an old woman, but I am resigned to that fact. Not enough to stop dyeing my hair, but enough that one day when I take that picture in the car I will hopefully not freak out and will welcome what has created that "new" image.
(you can also see how I have bitten my bottom lip for the past 40 some odd years)