I got a haircut this week. First one in 15 months, if you don't count the trim I gave myself 5 months ago. It was LONG and a very different color at the ends than at my scalp, although I've never colored it. It was just that dead and lightened from summers of pool play.
Now it's at my shoulders. The light hair is gone. The layers have returned. Guess--just guess--what they've revealed. TONS of gray hair. I mean, I knew it was coming. It's pretty significant at the corners of my forehead, but as revealed by the new haircut, it's much worse than I knew.
I say worse. I don't really mean that. I don't really mind them. Brian says he actually likes them, and I believe him. Proverbs 16:31 says gray hair is a crown of glory. I just didn't realize how quickly my crown was coming in.