This list of things I miss is a bit all over the place. So, it's okay that today's topic is a little strange. I miss my young skin. Not my teenage skin, necessarily, cause I don't miss acne at all. My young child skin. I sit in primary every week and look at all the kids and their skin is just so beautiful. No wrinkles. No red patches. No scars. No sags. No dark spots. No under-eye shadows. It's just so pretty. I guess my skin isn't that bad now, but when I look at my kids' skin, I just think it is so amazing and I miss my own young skin. I am especially jealous of little Annie because she has an absolutely endearing smattering of freckles that appear on her nose when she tans up in the spring. It epitomizes childhood to me.
This skin- that is the skin I miss
On a related note, I also miss laying out. When we were little, my sisters and I used to take our towels and spread them on top of our play house roof and enjoy the warm sun. I miss how that feels, but perhaps if I had done a little less of that, I would miss my young skin a little less.
That play house was good for a lot more than laying out. It pretty much was my childhood. My sisters and I spent soooo many hours out there playing house and school and pioneers and who knows what else. We had some great second-hand furniture from Grandma Daines, some purple wildflower (weeds) bouquets, and a whole lot of imagination. We basically lived out there all summer long. It was an awesome way to spend a summer.
I was a lucky duck.
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I love these pictures! We had the best childhood ever.
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