My wrinkles are all from laughter except for those between my eyebrows. They’re my “You’ve got to be kidding!” lines, and those things are deep.
My brain says “crunches,” but my stomach auto-corrects to “cupcakes.”
Cupcakes are muffins that believed in miracles.
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” John 14:27 (NLT)