It started off as an innocent Sunday. I was getting ready for church, running a little late as usual. That's what happens when you are up multiple times at night with 6-month old twins. I had showered and dried my hair (well, it was mostly dry), and since I didn't have time to actually fix it, I pulled it back into a ponytail.
Then I went into the guest/child bathroom. That's where it happened. That's where I met Mr. Gray. When I saw him I gasped. Where in the world did he come from? Had he always been there and I didn't notice? Since I was running late, I quickly did my make-up and rushed out the door with the kiddos.
When I got home, I asked my husband about Mr. Gray. 'Yes," he replied, "it's been there a while, and there are some new ones on the top of your head too."
Hello, Katie. I'm Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray Hair.