I'm a dirty blonde. Wait...perhaps that came out wrong...I should have said, "I have dirty blonde hair". So when I noticed last night that my hair seemed to have a little extra "shimmer" to it, I chalked it up to natural highlights from being out in the sun now that the weather is absolutely gorgeous in Arizona. But this afternoon, upon closer examination, I don't think that I can claim the "shimmer" as "natural highlights". I don't quite know how I feel about it, but I think I have gray hairs! Yes, "hairs"--plural!
It's not that I'm "opposed" to having gray hairs...I just don't think I'm "ready" to have them. Ella will be six months tomorrow--she's so little (and yet so big!), it just doesn't fit in my mind that a mother of a six month old would have gray hairs! And no, I'm not about to start dying my hair to hide them. For one, I've never dyed my hair before; but more importantly, I feel like this is who I am. I may be shocked at the gray hairs, but I don't feel like they are something that I need to cover up. Besides, they make me look "wise" and "distinguished"...right?
My greatest blessing from this last weekend was the chance to meet up with Jill from Hubby, Baby, and Me...Our Family of 3 and her beautiful Baby Girl. I have always admired Jill's honesty and thoughtful perspective. Since my husband's Army Reserve unit is located near Jill's home, Ella and I met up with Jill and Baby Girl for coffee and had a wonderful chat. Baby Girl is facing the possibility of a pretty major surgery, so please keep their family in your prayers.