"If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under." - Ronald Reagan
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Wordful Wednesday: Hanging by a Hair
This is my Baby.
Adorable, right? She was born with a headful of hair and I never cut it it. How could I chop away those precious little curls? And she totally idolizes Rapunzel so she was cool with letting it grow…and grow…and grow…
She complains when she sits on her hair now. And it is really two lengths, with the longest portion being the thinnest. And those adorably sweet curls that I've twined around my fingers countless times? They are gone. Even though I said I wouldn't cut it until her hair was dragging on the ground, when she asked to have it cut, I made the appointment.
Baby wasn't all that thrilled with saying goodbye, either. We both had a teary moment (the stylist was convinced we were nuts) and then it was time.
With her hair fixed like this, I can't see the changes and might just be able to convince myself that it didn't happen.