When I'm older, I want to have smile wrinkles. Not the kind of wrinkles that show I've scorched my face blowing out countless numbers of birthday candles. I want my face to show that I've gone through life happy. Happiness will be etched at the corners of my eyes and mouth.
I think it's going to happen; I laugh a lot with Lisa, and she makes me smile. In 20 years, I'll let you know how I'm doing. Believe you me.
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Maybe I should start telling all the knock knock jokes then.....love you boy.
If you follow your maternal side of the family, your face will be gently wrinkled when you are 80. (I know . . . because that's just around the corner for me.) If you're a b-day partyin' at my house, I shall rescue your face from the candle conflagration by whipping out a fire extinguisher.
More important that smile wrinkles by your eyes are the joy wrinkles on your soul. I think you and Lisa will have many of those . . .
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