Still in the Eyes

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

As a child, I looked at my family's old wedding albums, and it was impossible for me to believe that the hopeful, young bride in the photos was the same woman I knew as my grandmother. How sad, I thought, to grow old.

But now, I understand: I no longer look like this blustery photo, and it doesn't matter at all – My heart is just the same – wild, brave, excited, afraid, and full of hope. I never want to lose this, and it is why Iamre-imagining myself as a metalsmith, halfway through life.

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