In the past week I've gotten two similar compliments from two very different men - one the chief rabbi of Turkey, the other a cab driver from one of the faceless suburbs of Istanbul. Both of them called me güler yüzlü, "smiling-faced." The rabbi mentioned that every time he sees me, I have a huge smile on my face; the cab driver told me that he could tell from a few moments of "empty chatting" during my five-minute trip that I'm a happy person and that I like to laugh.
It's true. I am happy. The worry lines on my face have eased a bit, and I'm getting my laugh lines back again. Trading in one set for another doesn't mean I'm getting older, does it? It just means I'm staying the same age, right?