It seems like every few days, my wife points out another grey hair. Some are in my beard, some on my head. I would always make her pull them out. It was my way of making it seem like I wasn't aging. Every time I look in the mirror, I see that big wrinkle in the middle of my forehead. It hasn't been growing,but it has been making friends. Just like I can't deny its existence every morning, I cant deny those grey hairs.
No matter how many we pull out, there will always be another grey. It may be a day, or a week, or a month. One day, it will come back, and it will bring friends too. One day there will be more grey than brown.
Maybe it will happen before the slowly (I pretend) fading hairline fades all the way. Maybe not. Either way, I've learned to accept it.
No matter the placement of my hairline or the color of my hair, my wife and kids love me for my actions. I may be turning grey, and getting wrinkly, but oh well. It's time to start aging gracefully, and stop denying it.
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