Yesterday morning I heard a wild scream from John, who was standing at the bathroom sink.
“Blaaayeeaaahhhhh!”
He ran to where I was sitting, his hands on his head (me, I was having flashbacks to the incident where he sliced his temple open on a nail, wondering what accident had befallen him).
“Look!”, he said pointing the the side of his head.
“Look!” he exclaimed again, leaning in closely.
I saw no blood, only his slightly damp recently gelled curly locks. But lo and behold, there was some gray hiding there. Searching around in his hair I found four gray ones, standing out in bright contrast against the black.
I suppose that’s John’s body’s way of wishing him a happy birthday. Tomorrow he celebrates his 37 years of life. Having been along for the past 18 of those years, I can say that I’m sure looking forward to another 4 or 5 decades with this lovely man.
Note: this is one of my fav pics of John. It’s not his favorite, but I just love how sincere and sweet his smile is here….
