I come up with another one.
I was the only one in the house today when I left for church. I changed my shoes twice, added another layer of hair spray, and grabbed my Bible on the way out the door. I made it through one stoplight when the thought occurred to me that I really didn't want to go. Driving through three more stoplights, I made a right when I should've went straight and headed back to the house. I swapped my nice, dark green sweater for a Falcon t-shirt and an old black cardigan and popped a chicken pot pie into the microwave. I fixed up a baby shower gift for later today and flipped on The Brady Bunch and wondered what the Lord might be thinking.
You know, I've never pretended to have it all together.
Anyway.
The daughter made the decision to cut her hair yesterday. Technically, she made the decision some time ago when she began growing her hair for the sole purpose of cutting it one day. That beautiful hair is now in the form of a ponytail waiting to be mailed to Locks of Love in honor of her own battle with alopecia areata. Seeing as how I've still got the ponytail of the middle waiting to be mailed, we'll probably just make it a dual mailing event. One thing's for sure... this family ought to be saving some money on shampoo and conditioner and drain cleaners.
And yes, she loves it.
No regrets, Mom, she said leaving the hair salon.
Not a bad way to live.
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