We welcome summer by watching the boys sit in the neat row of barbershop chairs on base. Both boys had enormous mops of hair that I gladly watch fall to the floor within seconds of hearing the buzzer. Well okay there was a little moment of regret when I saw Henry's soft, fluffy hair simply get swept into the garbage. But it's okay, right? I shouldn't have reached in and stuffed it in my purse? I already have hair from his first haircut. I'm sentimental to a fault, this is why we have so much stuff.
This is one of those posts I hope my sweet husband reads from afar. He is able to occasionally read my blog and I know he wishes it was him to bring the boys to the barber. I know they wish it, too. They still come out looking cute and this one is looking more and more like his old man.
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