Milla turned two this week. I know – wow!
That’s not the point though. I was getting ready to take her out for the day and I noticed something a little disturbing. Glinting in the light as I brushed my hair: a grey hair. My first. Yikes. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this discovery but I know it is significant. I recently turned 29 (read about my great birthday here) and so the countdown to thirty has begun. I think when it all comes down to it I’m not too fussed. Honest.
I am 32 already. Turning 30 didn’t hurt, promised. And if it did, I wouldn’t be able to remember thanks to vast amounts of champagne.
Ha! I turned 30 last year and somewhere around that time I found a grey hair. When I pointed this out to my husband he very carefully informed me that this was by no means the first and there are actually quite a few but he had been too tactful to mention it! Oh well, it happens to the best of us. My Mum turned completely grey at 30 so I am not doing too bad so far!
Oh, and 30 didn’t hurt one bit!
I’m pretty sure I’ll survive but all my school friends seem to be going loopy over it!
Dancinfairy – that is so sweet of him to let you live blissfully unaware :)