Day 35 - Hair

Silly title? My hair is one of my least favorite parts of my body. Always has been. My youngest son, on the other hand, has his father's gorgeous, to die-for (what ever that means) hair. When he was younger, he preferred to have, what we in the south call, a buzz cut. I took that for granted. Now, I'm paying for it.

For the record, I have never, probably will never, care about my hair as much as my son cares about his mane. It is truly remarkable. It affects his mood and personality more often than not. He only trusts me to cut it which is always dangerous. No, hair is a sore subject at our house. I've included a picture of one of my more favorite buzzes, or I should say time frame when he had a buzz. Cute as can be! Now he is still very cute, but without hair, he looked more child-like. Now he looks like a teenage version of this little boy.

Be nTouch

Those were the days!