it was only a matter of time before he asked to look a little more like papa, with his short(er) papa hair. the cut we chose to go for this time, despite being a helluva lot more drastic of a difference than the last, barely made me sad at all. i had terrible jitters going to sleep the night before that carried over into the morning of, and perhaps even a smidge of regret, too, courtesy of my brain’s favourite pastime of over-thinking every little thing, but as soon as our dear friend shelby arrived at our door, and the time had come to fasten the cape around his neck and make the first cut, i just felt ready. ready for a change. ready to see him look a bit less like a baby, and a bit more like the boy he is growing into.
strange how something so simple can change so much. one hour and however many inches lost later, and it’s as though he’s four going on fourteen.