So I’ve struggled with this for quite some time.
To cut or not to cut….his hair.
I am so in love with this boy’s crazy long curly blonde hair that I can’t bring myself to do it.
We started calling him our Samson.
His strength must be in his hair.
I keep thinking that if we cut it off he’ll not be him anymore.
I think he looks like a little surfer.
When he’s not being called a girl.
Honestly, that’s the only time I feel like cutting it.
I took these pictures in preparation for the big day.
I was all set, clippers in hand….but I couldn’t do it.
What if, when it grows back, it’s not the same.
I’m sure his hair will eventually be darker, maybe the curl will be gone.
I will miss that hair. I’m trying to save it in pictures.
Daddy has already said he’s given up, he no longer cares if we don’t cut it.
And he’s the military man!
Of course, we’ve never let our son’s hair go that long.
Well, almost never.
And I took care of that sooner.
(How much do you love those freckles?!)