Grey no more... (Warsaw, IN Boudoir Photographer)

You're reading that title & thinking I dyed my hair. Nope. I didn't.

It's no secret I adore my husband. Also no secret he adores me. I mean, just look at us:

I've actually had grey hair since my twenties, but lately the little buggers have started to get out of control. At first I'd pluck the occasional one- then I did dye my hair a couple years ago, but it wasn't really me, and wasn't really what I want to do anyway.

A few nights ago I was climbing in bed with my husband, the one person I care most about pleasing, and lamented that I was turning old and the grey hairs had gotten out of control.

He looked at me like I was crazy and asked "What grey hairs?"

I proceeded to search through my head to find the opposition. "Here. And here. AND HERE!"

He squished his eyes into tiny little slits and still couldn't see what I was talking about.

It turns out my husband has this super power where he is unable to see grey hair, or able to look right past it (guess it all depends on how you think) and so he really has no idea why they bother me.

So I decided I needed to learn not only to live with them, but to like them! (Love them might be pushin' it!)

So I spent a few extra minutes in the mirror, and I noticed that they aren't really grey hairs- they are white. And not just white, but sparkly white! And as a result, my hair is kinda sparkly where they are located. And I CAN live with that!

I may be crazy, but I'm a cool kind of crazy that can blaze a trail through or around whatever needs be! ~Naomi


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