Gray-Haired Gratitude

So, it has happened! I am definitely sporting a few gray hairs nowadays. I vacillate between being completely shocked and secretly pleased each time I look in the mirror.

After the birth of each of my children, I get new hair growth along the top of my hairline. For some reason, about 50% of the new growth since Gracie was born has been coming in gray. I don't know if I'll ever dye it. It's kind of starting to grow on me. To me, these gray hairs officially mean I am an adult. Not that I feel like an adult, but that I can at least pass myself off for one whenever I want.

I'm grateful to be getting older.

• Each year I get further removed from the teenage stupidity of my past.
• I grow more comfortable in my own skin and more confident in my own voice.
• I learn something new every day of my life.
• I get to spend wonderful time just loving my family, because I've learned that there is nothing more important than the simple love of family.
• I've come to recognize the value in making mistakes and the importance of perseverance.
• I no longer take the little moments for granted.

I've decided to embrace these few gray hairs as a sign of wisdom gleaned through 32 years of living. I won't be plucking them out and I won't be dyeing them, at least not yet. (I might feel differently when there's more gray than blond and brown.)

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