Growing old together

My brother is an awesome photographer, so every time we are together I beg for free shoots from him. This is one of my favorites, of Bob and I on my parents' porch...growing old together.

Grey hair

So my body wants to keep reminding me that I am almost thirty. I have a lone grey hair that has been with me for months now. I decided not to pull it out because it keeps me humble and reminds me of my mortality, which I do need a lot of reminding of. It really is a good spiritual practice for me. Anyway, today was the last straw when I was trying on sunglasses at Target and I look in the mirror and the singular atrocity was standing straight up. "I don't need that much humility," thought I as I attempted to pluck it right there. However, rather than succombing to being pulled out like a weed, the hair decided to curl. So now I have a lone curly gray hair on the top of my head, reminding me of my humility, mortality, and that I will ultimately be defeated by age. Encouraging, right?