When I was pregnant with T, about 3yrs ago now, Tyler discovered one lone grey hair one day. I thought he was joking. Until he plucked it out and showed me. I cried. Seriously, right there the tears started flowing.
Since then there have been one or two more.
Then these past few days, not one but THREE! Which makes me wonder, how many more are lurking up there that I can't see?
So this is it then. I will be 30 this year which I suppose marks the end of...what? My youth? I don't know, all I know is I'm not too impressed to be getting older, and now apparently looking older too with my newly discovered grey hair. I don't feel 30, I still feel 25 (most days anyways). I don't think I look 30, I've always tended to look younger than my age.
But then again, maybe I do look 30! When I met new moms, I often wonder how old they think I am. Most of the time I assume they think I am young. In my mind they are thinking "Wow, that mom looks way too young to have two children!" But then the reality is, no I probably don't. Maybe they even think I look older (heaven forbid!).
I know I know, age is just a number, and it's all about how you feel. I do feel good, and I plan on looking and feeling good for quite awhile yet. Just hoping my hair cooperates a little bit longer. I'm not keen on whipping out the boxed hair dyes any time soon.
Oh well, at least the wrinkles seems to be holding off for now. I guess I'll get really upset when the first one of those makes it's appearance!