My daughter got a haircut this week. Big deal, right? It actually was. She didn't really want to cut it. I wanted too, but didn't want her to be sad. On the way to the salon, she told me that when I was old, and she had to take care of me, she was going to cut my hair like a boy. Are you getting the feel of the day? When they made the first cut, I felt myself slipping....I was not going to cry about the haircut that I was making her get! Well, at the end of the day, we are both happy and she loves it. It fits her. Glad we both took a chance, it IS only hair...HER hair, but it worked out this time:)
No comments:
Post a Comment