I don't feel old. To prove my point, I actually got carded when purchasing tequila last night. I'm 38! I almost hugged the cashier.
So, I sat with my husband last night and saw the shimmer of silver in his hair and beard. Not a lot. In fact, you wouldn't notice unless you really looked. But, there it was, a flash as he tilted his head to the light.
Now, if he read this he would kill me! How dare I talk about his grey. I won't even go into his wounded ego when I run my fingers through his hair. He is convinced I'm checking out his receding hair line (I am not, and it doesn't appear to me to be receding!).
It was that flash and shimmer that got me crazy. I relized it was the next big transition in our lives. We were getting old together. His fortieth birthday only a few months away, and me to follow in a little over a year. Our last two kids are both going to be in elementary school. We just bought the house we would live in into retirement. Our kids would bring their spouses and the grandkids there!
Is this what starts the "mid-life crisis"? I think I'm starting to panic.
Although, when I think about it, there is something comforting. We sat together, snuggling and holding hands. I had looked up at him because I love him and wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Whether it is today, tomorrow, or 40 years from now, I look forward to looking up at him with grey hair, bald, and still seeing the man I met and fell in love with at 24.
As father's day comes this weekend, I'll remember that part of the joy of being a mom is that I am married to a dad that is a great father and a loving husband. Oh, and sexy with that new touch of grey.
To all the dad's out there, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
