Silver Lining

While we were keeping Austin (the boy) Joshua asked him how old he thought I was going to be. His first guess was 47.

I think it is all the new gray hair I got this year. On the train in Europe Joshua discovered a few and this weekend he announced to the whole parking lot of Publix that my gray hairs had gotten (and I quote) "out of control."

Well, at least that means my hair is getting thicker.