Rusted from the Rain

I headed out this afternoon to run some errands with the kids. I've been frantically trying to tie up loose ends, organize, and grocery shop before the imminent morning sickness strikes. Once the lovely nausea arrives that tends to last all day and night, I'll probably be flat out unable to do anything except the very minimal basics to keep the household going.

I was driving along after doing some grocery shopping, and I flipped down the mirror on my visor momentarily. I glanced up at myself, and in the sunlight, noticed something that strikingly resembled a grey hair. I quickly plucked it out and studied it at every angle possible (until I nearly rear-ended the driver in front of me.) Looking at my face in the sun, I definately look more weathered to myself than I did five months ago. Being one of those people who has looked to be about fifteen years old during most of her adult life - almost a poster child for the face of youth - I've never had a problem with the thought of growing older and looking the part, but I always hoped it would happen gracefully.

I can tell I've been down a hard road just by these changes on the outside. I hope I'm not going to end up being one of those people you see once in a while who look like they've lived hard lives and their faces, worn, tired and haggard tell their stories of sadness.