#get old

I hope you get old. I hope time is heavy on your bones, draped over you like an embrace from God. I hope the backs of your hands become deep maps— Of all the places you have been. Dark stains where your fingers dipped into clay and dirt and mud. I hope you get old. I hope time fills your heart with joy and triumph. I hope you have enough obstacles to teach you character and empathy and enough challenges to bestow you with uniqueness. I hope pain shows you how strong you are and the value of a true friend. I hope you’ve been alone enough to know yourself. I hope you find quiet more than you find chaos. I hope you get old. That time wraps around your legs like a desperate lover. I hope you can look into the faces of people you have loved and cherished and that you leave behind echos of grief, Because you were loved in turn. I hope you give thanks for every waking moment, For what you have and for what you have not. I hope you get old. I hope you make things that last. I hope you’ve inspired people. I hope you’ve helped someone. I hope grace rests at your feet. I hope. You forgive everything, You did. Not Get Quite. Right. [by Jann Arden]

- for the love of god, don’t try and buy/give/sneak them alcohol anyway!!!

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