I started going grey in my 20s. My mom found my first one in the back of my head and yanked it out to show it to me. Then she informed me that for every grey hair you pull out, 3 more show up for the funeral. Today, I’m 50 and totally white-headed. But it’s okay. The Mr. thinks I’m beautiful.

Don’t think of them as grey hairs. Think of them as silver badges of honor.