Mary has been telling me for the last few years that I have grey hair. I could never seem to find them. Conveniently, she would tell me they were in the back of my head, so naturally I could not see them in a mirror.
Anyhow, I saw one on the top of my head Wednesday night. It appears she was telling the truth the whole time.
I do not mind growing older; I am embracing it. It sure puts things into perspective though, particularly since I was home teaching with someone last night who has been home from his mission for seven months and married for “two months and one week”.
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