My husband has as much kindness as he has hairs on his head. Anyone who knows him knows that is a lot of hair, and a lot of kindness. His dad has the same hair, and kindness, so does my brother-in-law, my nephew, and my son. I think it is genetic trait for men from that area of the world.
One summer we were at the beach in Spain. I wear glasses and basically only see masses of color without them. I came out of the ocean, full of gratitude for being able to be at a beach in Spain, full of love for the water, and full of more love for my husband… I spotted his red swim suit and the mass of silver hair and I skipped over and patted his derriere.
The beautiful head of silver hair turned and had someone else’s face.
“YOU are NOT my husband!” I exclaimed, hot with outrage.
The man look amused. My husband who was a few feet away did not think this was amusing and as I apologized and moved off with him he asked, “Have you considered Lasik?”