· * Has the dubious honor of covering all my grey
roots monthly… (aiding me with my “vanity”)
.
· Can make me laugh hysterically…and on occasion, tear up…
· Can make me laugh hysterically…and on occasion, tear up…
It took no time at all for me to come up with these
descriptions… if I were to sit and really think for an extended time, this list
would easily double. But you get the idea.
For years, I looked
at hair appointments as an opportunity to sit quietly, and just relax. It wasn’t a time I wanted to engage in
meaningless surface chat with the attending stylist. However, the first time I met Peter at the
salon near my “then office”, we hit it off.
I’m pretty sure the catalyst for our friendship was a Katy Perry
discussion. Go figure. Since then, every time I have the good
fortune of visiting him at work, I know greys will be successfully covered and
that meaningful conversation will transpire. Typically, I walk away having learned something - or at a minimum, will have something to add to my "watch list."
One last example of the kind of guy he is: In late November, I had told him I was “fighting” sadness and wanted to skip over my favorite holiday of the year. It was the first Christmas being officially
divorced, first in my new house, first ever living alone and the first in 24
years without my baby girl with me that morning. (She’s
a grown woman – working as a nurse, so it’s understandable…but still hard.)
Knowing that Christmas was going to be “unusual and potentially lonely", he invited me to join he and Monte in their home - along with extended family and friends to celebrate Christmas. It was unlike any Christmas in my past, but that was expected. What I didn't anticipate was how special it would be to celebrate that morning with their family, and how Christmas of 2015 will forever be fondly recalled.
Earlier today, as I sat in his chair with my oh-so-stylish black
cape, no make-up, and fashion-forward foils – it was clear to me, that the silver
lining of the day is Peter. What an unforeseen gift this friendship is.
He’ll forever be treasured – and loved
much like a brother.
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