I keep catching myself lately saying..."Lord, I know I am getting old because now I can do this...and that...." Unfortunately, I made the mistake of saying this in front of my father yesterday after he picked me up at the airport. He stopped me, looked me in the eye, and said "honey, if you think you are so old, then what does that make me?" In the past, he has always told me to cherish my youth. Embrace it and remember it because it made you who you are and no one can ever take the happy memories you ahve experienced. He said he has held onto his youthful outlook on life and at the fifty-something age he is( i know his real age,doing him a favor) he still feels like there is so much more life out there for him to live. He has never been happier...and more youthful.
Lesson of life from Galen Droke: enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Remember back in elementary school when our only concerns were anxiously awaiting the "recess" dismissal, collecting beanie babies, or trading pokeman cards. Lunch was made for us with love by our mothers...I enjoyed my Lisa Frank adorned with lions and zebras with rainbow stripes, thank you very much. I used to come home after my softball and basketball practices and sit in front of our 1982 tape player that had a paperclip jammed into the rewind button to make it work. I am not lying when I say I listened to the Spice Girls tape atleast 150 times over the course of a year.
Remember being little girls dressed up as princesses. We felt beautiful as we spun around in the room in our "Pretty Little Princess" jewelry and play make up. We would read fairytale stories and watch movies like Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. We all anxiously awaited our prince to make our imagined fairytale come alive. Deep down, even now at the "ripe age of 19", I believe all girls still hold on to parts of this fairytale. I know I do. I believe it is because of the nature of womans heart. Women love to love and loved to be loved in return. When our hearts desires are not fufilled, it is easy to lose sight of our youthful fairytale and believe true love is "just not for me".
Oh, but true love is for you. Nothing is more beautiful than a woman in love. Hold on to that youthful glow, your prince is on his way. the whole package: white stallion and hair flapping in the wind. (pause: do not let a cheesy braveheart scene come to mind)
But until that day, I shall be thankful for the prince that has always been there for me for the past 19 years and has persuaded me to hold onto my youth...
