My dad has lines. He has lines around his eyes and on his forehead.
But they aren't frown lines, they are laugh lines. They represent good times.
My mother has them too.
They represent dancing with us in the early morning, with the music turned all the way up.

My laugh lines aren't showing yet, but when they do, I am going to be proud.
Proud because I have proof of a well lived life.
No frown lines for me, just laugh lines.
Lines that have meaning.
Lines.