Then it happened. The day I had hoped to never see. The moment I prayed would never come........
I sobbed as I saw the soft hair I used to run my fingers through when she was a little baby, the hair that I put up into a pony-tail when she was 2....all laying about me in a pile on the floor. To many it probably sounds silly, but it was truly horrible.
I called Rob up crying and he came right home so that I could take her up to the beauty salon to get her very first haircut. They did a pretty good job, as well as could be expected. She now has a very cute bob with layers in the back that the hair dresser assured me would grow out very well.
Truth be told I think she likes her new shorter hair. Sighh!
Today was better!