Day #3
Today I am grateful for gray hair. Yup, that's right. As I was getting ready this morning, I found it.................
(oh, the horror!!)
my first.
gray.
hair.
Right there. On the top of my head, clear as can be. Really? This is truly hard for me to admit. Man, I thought I was ready for this. Okay, it is just one, right? But I pulled it out. Uh-oh, now three will come back in its place! I sulked a little to Allen, and he just smiled and kissed my forehead. I made him promise not to tell anyone.
And to make things better, while I was shopping at the grocery store, I bought some wine. Why is that a problem? Well, the cashier didn't card me. Not even a hesitation. Do I look 35?
While driving home, listening to my step-daughter ramble on about all the things that 13 year old girls think are "oober" cool, it dawned on me. Yes, I have (well, had) a gray hair, but what does that really mean? It means I have made it far enough to get a gray hair. I have survived this game called life for 29 years. I will accept every gray hair, every wrinkle, because it means I am truly blessed. I deserve those gray hairs, damnit. So today I am thankful for my gray hair, and the fact that I am still around to joke about it.
Kind of wished I hadn't pulled it out.......
Dear Friend, You are not alone. I too have grey hair and I never get carded. When I do I thank the lady who was kind enough to do so. The truth is we don't get carded because we no longer look like children. We carry the signs of motherhood, tired eyes, and grey hair. Twenty year olds do not carry their worries the same way, mostly they are scared that they will be caught trying to buy wine. Where as we have forgoten the thrill. besides 30 is way better than 20. Trust me I know. lol
ReplyDeleteI hope you are right! I hope I transition into 30 as gracefully as you have, my friend.
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