Lucky Woman

Words & Photography
by Claire Cox

But this morning on a beach walk an old man looked at me, smiled, and told me I'm a lucky woman.

My hair is never done, the bags under my eyes sag down to my chin, sometimes I'm told there is barf and boogers on my shirt, my body is more squishy than I care to admit and it aches more than ever before. But this morning on a beach walk an old man looked at me, smiled, and told me I'm a lucky woman. The old man was right.