Sometimes, we find gray hairs on our birthday.
Or sometimes, we have to deal with our facial hair. Yep. I went there. I have PCOS and I deal with excess hair and it annoys the *&#$ out of me, but it is what it is so I deal with it.
Excuse me, I mustache you a question
Still, other times, we find ourselves with mud on our face and flyaway hairs going every direction
rollers in our hair just tryin' to keep up with the trends and beautify ourselves.
There are times when our hearts are heavy with grief and helplessness when we spend weeks sitting with a friend whose son dies suddenly one week before his 2nd birthday. When we have spent all day crying with her, comforting her, rallying around her and sometimes fighting for her while she buries her baby. The red, puffy eyes are only an outward sign of the heartbreak you feel for your friends who are dealing with such a tragedy.
It is times like these when we understand that life is not always cupcakes and rainbows and sparkly pretty things. Life isn't about who is prettiest or has the most money or the fastest cars or the biggest house or who takes the biggest, most extravagant vacations. It is about the real moments that happen every single day. The moments when you allow yourself to be vulnerable and silly. It's getting down on the floor and playing with your babies (human or animal), it is kissing your husband (or wife) like you mean it and not as an afterthought before you say goodnight.