“Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.”
— 1 Peter 4:8
’ve reached that “certain age” where I can’t see small things without a pair of reading glasses. It’s cup? What’s the dosage on this medication? Oh, where did I put my glasses? (Probably on top of my head, but that won’t stop me from frantically searching the house for them, even though I have five or six pairs… somewhere!) But I’ve also reached that “certain age” where each passing year (or day) seems to bring a new imperfection: another wrinkle or spider vein or who knows what else.