When Guppy and I said we would grow old together, we were picturing ourselves as 70-something-year-olds (God willing) in rocking chairs on our future house’s front porch. Today, as 20-something-year-olds, we can say we are right on track. Perhaps we’re even a little early. How do I know? Hair!

Exhibit A: I now have five, five white hairs. Ah, ah, ah, ah!

I have at least five white hairs. I counted them in the mirror yesterday morning. When we started dating, I only had a couple of silver strands at the back of my head that had been there since I was about 15 (thanks, Mom, for the premature greying! Super stoked!). Now, in addition to those, I have five bright with a capital “B”, white hairs growing out of my forelock. Fortunately, you can’t really tell in pictures yet, so I don’t have an example to show you. However, I’m hoping that eventually I can at least keep it looking classy like Stacy London of TLC’s What Not To Wear.

Exhibit B: Guppy’s receding hairline. Here is a picture of us in 2007, nearly a year after we started dating.

Now, here is a picture of us at the first UT football game of the 2010 season at Reliant Stadium in Houston.

I know. We started noticing a few months ago, but apparently it runs on his mom’s side of the family. And we can be thankful that we only have the hairline to worry about, because Guppy’s dad decided to go bald at a young-ish age. I can’t picture Michael bald, although, for the record, I’d love him anyway. (“I would shave off my hair, and paste it to your head.” - Ashton Kutcher as Michael Kelso in That 70’s Show)

And, for anybody who’s wondering, I did have permission to use this example; Guppy’s a good sport. So there you have it. Telltale signs that we are right on track to grow old together.