Sigh… it’s happening. The spot of blonde, or what I had convinced myself were blonde, hairs on my goatee have turned… GRAY! Tony, that sweet lovable man, has been assuring me that they weren’t gray for months. I foolishly believed him. However, today time ran out on my denial. They are gray. How could this be possible?!? I’m only thirty…two!!!! If that wasn’t bad enough as I was showering I found some on my CHEST! Before you know it I will be wearing sandals with socks, denim shorts, gas station sunglasses, and walk around with a blue tooth in my ear. I’M A DAD! I love it, but I could do without the gray hair or the gas station sunglasses.
A few months ago I was telling Megan this story I had read about a woman approaching a gay couple in a grocery store, they were with their toddler who was throwing a fit. The woman apparently asked them where that child’s mother was. I know that the idea of gay parents is new to many people, but really? Megan said that she hopes if that ever happens to Tony and I that I will tell her that I am in fact her mother. LOL, I love her.