My silver hairs are getting serious. Most of the time, I wear my hair down. My little silvers are mostly in the sides of my hair. I see them in the mornings when I'm getting ready for the day, but most people never see them.
The day before we left Texas, I went thrift store shopping with my pastor's wife, Mrs. JoAnn. My pastor's wife is one of the sweetest, most honest ladies around. If she can't say anything complimentary, she will usually not say anything at all. Rarely does she say nothing, however; she's very good at finding complimentary things to say. We were standing in the parking lot in the blazing Texas sun, getting ready to leave. My hair was pulled back (that heat!), so I turned my head toward the sun and told Mrs. JoAnn to take a look at all my silver hair. She immediately began to say, "Oh, you don't have any gray," but she stopped short. She took a look for a couple of seconds, and then said, "Well, it's going to be beautiful!" LOL You know it's getting serious when Mrs. JoAnn can't deny it, and instead accepts the fact and makes the best of it. So I guess it's official. I'm going . . . silver. Not gray. Silver. Yep.