I pulled out a gray hair this morning, Yes, I know I wasn't supposed to, but when it is an inch long and sticking straight up, there is no other choice. And because I still have a few weeks away before my due time at the salon, I had to create a temporary solution.
Most days I don't notice that I am older. That I have crow's feet starting to peek through, or that my skin isn't as elastic as I would like for it to be. I am not afraid of aging, don't get me wrong, but it surprises me that the years have passed and now I have eye bags that can't be remedied.
I think much of it has to do with the fact that Hubby and I have grown together, meeting and marrying while I was still in college. I go about my days thinking he and I are still 21, and it is the day after he carried me down Haight Street drunk as a skunk. Those days, ah....
We celebrated our anniversary yesterday, and this year, I decided to pull out our old photos and printed our most recent pics of just the two of us to scrap them. I wanted to make an album for him to bring wherever he needs to be, when we can't be together.
I wrote my heart out on this one. Little messages to him about what I remembered from each picture, and how I felt it affects us today.
And as I put it together, I realized how many years these pictures spanned. We have spent many many days together - what a history!
It's so easy, isn't it, to just mosey along our marriages and relationships. There are ups and downs, and the days, months, and then years pass. Sometimes we have to work on them much harder than other times. And there are many moments of pure bliss.
And then one day, a gray hair peaks through, and you realize that these relationships and friendships have grown with you.
What a blessing, I say! How lucky are we to experience our lives with others!
So, while Hubby got the gift of the Album, I experienced the gift of piecing our history. It was an A-HA! moment at its finest.