Giving thanks is hard sometimes. Very hard! In the very moment when I walked in to see that little Miss had unlocked my childproofed drawer, found my makeup bag and grabbed out the scissors to preform her own little "style"....I lost it. I completely bawled. And then of course I grabbed my camera! Not only was I overcome with emotion that my little girl's hair was completely chopped on one side and bangs so so short; but I was sick. My initial thought was that she was going to need a pixie cut. Then I was flooded with emotion as I remembered how much I disliked my "boy" haircut; which was the only option after I gave my 4 year old self a haircut. I also thought of how much older Big Miss looked when she had to have the gum cut out of her hair. I didn't want my Little Miss, possibly our last baby, to look any older any sooner. I gave thanks anyways. Thank you Lord that she only cut her hair and didn't hurt herself in the process. Thank you that I arrived when I did and she didn't have a chance to cut anymore. Thank you that we are able to make a comb over work wonders. Thank you for teaching me to be more aware of where sharp objects are stored. Thank you for a fairly decent story to share. Thank you for a chance to relate to what my mom must of went through when I did the same thing. Thank you for a memory we now laugh about.
|- Oh Little Miss, you are a spunky one! We will keep you for sure! -|