Looking at older men - through these old eyes!

OK - if you really know me you know I love to look at men . . . of all ages. But something happened to me today that got me thinking about how I look at men. First of all I stopped to pay my cable bill on my way to work and ran into a guy that I have known since I was a little girl he is younger than I am . . . we'll call him "Dean". I have seen him through the years . . mostly jogging through town or snooping around at the Flea Market and I must say he has aged very nicely and then I started to think as he sat there with his bifocals on the end of his nose and small amount of gray at his temples, I look at men differently now that I have become older. Don't get me wrong I still run over the curb watching young guys jogging in my rear view mirror, but now that I have "matured" I find myself looking at them differently. Let's face it at my age most men have had a wife or two and have aged according to God's plan. But not him he's beautiful . . but it got me thinking about what I'm looking for in a man (you know other than the usual, breathing and man parts! . . sorry daughter!) I look at men in a whole new way, gray temples or no hair at all, pot belly's, nose hair . . just kidding about the nose hair! Example; I have known one of my brother-in-laws almost all my life so much that he is almost like my real brother but he looks so cute in his glasses, of course there was a time when he didn't have to wear any glasses and that is what I'm saying - mature men take on a appeal of their own one I never noticed until today. There is something about a mature man that keeps my heart beating, maybe it's the possibility that I still have time to meet someone and grow older with them . . we all have an idea about what kind of person we are attracted to but as I age the list seems to be getting shorter - so if that guy living in the box on the corner is suddenly missing he could be sleeping on my couch . . lol!

I'm sick!

I feel like a big baby, I called into work sick. I can't remember when I did that last. My nose is running and I'm coughing like crazy. Why is it no matter how old I get I still want my mom to make me some soup and tell me everything is going to be fine. What is there about feeling under the weather that makes me want to run and hide under the covers until all is well. Or maybe that's just me. I know when I'm having a bad day physically or mentally (which we all know happen more than the physically!) we need the comforting words and smiles from our moms, sisters, children or friends. . . heck Hanna was patting me on the back last night tell me to "breath granny" between my coughing fits. There is something comforting about the voice of people we love who bring us comfort.
My number one child needs me over in Switzerland not for anything but a hug a smile or a kiss on her forehead but she needs me and that made me feel better tonight. Not because she is struggling with her life just because she needs to feel the comfort we all need when struggling. I wish I could be there for her - to hold her hand and tell her that all will work itself in time. God definitely has a presents in her life and her faith in Him brings me great comfort when I can't be there to hold her. Sometimes we forget to be thankful for the little things that happen in our life that really make a big impact on us . . . like that big hug at the airport that has to last for months and words of encouragement to our friend as they depart to place their father at his final resting spot. Words and small signs of love that we show each other through the day and our lives make more difference than I think we all realize.
I got to see Jess on the "web cam" tonight and she looked beautiful. I will sleep good with the vision of her beautiful face on my mind and remind myself as I drift off to sleep how blessed I am for all the blessing in my life. . . and that alone should make me fell better!