Also--and this is not what really upset me or anything--I was getting ready to wash my hair that morning, and I was doing that vain, idle kind of thing you do when you sort of push your hair back and start looking at yourself (your hair, your skin, your nose, whatever) in the mirror, and--I was looking for it, wasn't I? I had to have known what I was looking for, or I wouldn't have seen it. Hadn't I even been wondering to myself last week when my first gray hair might show up? And I was still stunned when I found it--not even it, them, right there in plain sight at my right temple. Plain sight, at least, when I pulled my hair back off my face. But I kept having a hard time seeing them, depending on which way the light glinted on them--and I can't tell you how freaked out I was that I had them, multiple thems, not because I suddenly had Gray Hair but because it was like, how have they been here all this time without me noticing?!--so I pulled one out. Trust me, this was not an act of vanity, as there are still others to spare. No, I wanted to get one under the light and give it a good once-over. And you know what? It wasn't gray at all. It was snow white.
Dear Lord: I don't ask You for a lot of things. Normally I just say, "Please help me to understand this," or "Please give me the strength to deal with this," You know, nothing too specific. But this time I am going to ask You, since I'm obviously getting a bit older and it's time to make the best of these things, please, please, please, if I could have a long white streak like Rogue. Please? Please.