Since his early weeks (and the tufted swoop than never failed to make me smile), he's always had a good head o' hair, with some great body to it.
And in recent months, he's sported an awesome, natural, spiked 'do that I love an insane amount.
So I was scared after the cut yesterday...until he woke up this morning sporting his still-awesome hair, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. (Not that I wouldn't love love love him to bits, even with no hair!).
I hope God blesses him with this happy hair that soooo suits his personality for a long time to come.
Love my boy--even if he only stayed in his grocery cart seatbelt for about ninety seconds.
Happy Tuesday, peeps!
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