Today, while going grocery shopping, we decided to see if Hannah’s hair was long enough to donate to locks of love. Sadly, it was not. However, Hannah still chose to get it cut. It looks cute. Not too short, not too long. She can still put it back in a ponytail, while it’s up off her shoulders. Next time we might go a little shorter, but we’ll see.
Tim is so great. He knew why we were going and when we came back, he oohed and aahhed over her hair. Telling her that she had “pretty hair”. Of course, I think it’s absolutely gorgeous the way it curls up in ringlets.
I could go on and on… but I suppose, no one but me and maybe a couple grandmas are as infatuated with her hair. 🙂
May God bless your socks off!