It’s an amazing road map when you think about. Every nook and cranny shares a story. The left foot that got ran over at age 3. The skinned Knees from being a tomboy. The left hand that got splashed with hot gravy the first time it was attempted to make gravy for Daddy just like he did. The various little cuts from the emergency appendectomy and gall bladder removal. The various stretch marks from life. The two large reminders of a body forcing itself to stop, break down to start the rebuild. And those are just the obvious ones.
We all have them and they are all a testament to where we are and have been. Right now I’m proud of mine.
What scars do you have?
