The other morning I was standing near a window and my husband turned to me and picked up a piece of my hair. He smiled at me and said, "You're turning yellow again."
Now to a normal wife, that would have set off an entire day of arguments. Me, I was ecstatic. For the first time in YEARS he'd taken notice of the color of my hair. Yes, it is turning blonder from doing yard work and landscaping in the intermittent spring weather.
It's the little victories that count. Sure, I'm "turning yellow" which makes me sound like a jaundiced refugee to the untrained ear. But to the wife of a PTSD/TBI vet, that says, "You're still the gorgeous blonde I married 9 years ago and I still love you." and that makes it all worthwhile.