Different

When I returned home from a week away, I didn’t expect much to be different.  Same husband, same dog, same cat, same house.  I knew George would be wearing a different colored shirt and there would be a full basket of dirty clothes in our closet.  Maybe a few more spatters on the bathroom mirror.  But not much else.

Yet, something was very different.  I noticed it from the minute I saw George at the airport.

He looked…well…older.

How is that possible in six days? 

I didn’t plan to mention my observation to him.  Most people don’t want to be reminded they’re aging.  But I found myself staring at him for several days, wondering how on earth his mustache had turned completely white in only one week’s time.

I finally could hold it in no longer.

“What did you do to your mustache?” I asked.  “It’s so…so white!”

He looked at me quizzically, then smiled and said, “I didn’t do anything to my mustache.  I did shave my beard off while you were gone.”

Ahhhh…….that explained it.  And also proved to me that my powers of observation were…well…growing old, as well.