Last year, on my birthday, I was remarking to my husband that I didn’t have any gray hairs yet and I was wondering when it was going to happen.
He surveyed the top of my head and then replied, “uh, you mean like that one?”
I asked him to pull it out, but not because I wanted to do away with it, per se. Rather, I didn’t believe him and needed to see it for myself.
Here it is, folks. My first gray hair (from a year ago). It was so significant, I documented it with a photo.
With the hair came mixed emotions. Continue reading