L’s first haircut, with bedhead to keep it real. I adored it long, the way it curled, but oh the snarls and how he’d pout when he’d bury his fingers in his mane and get his hands stuck. I hacked away the back in the bathtub, in two separate sessions. It aged him months. It aged me an eon. Oh my little baby! ðŸ˜
Every day, still, always, I am so awed and proud.
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