I was admiring my baby's hair a few days ago. It's too fine for me to take a picture, but she has little waving strands that stand straight up, undulating skyward. I smiled and thought, "Maybe they're reminding me to turn my eyes toward heaven."
Last night I went out impulsively and got six inches chopped off. I have been cranky all day about it, wishing for hair that obeyed the law of gravity. Maybe it's a good look for Ascension Thursday, though. I need a T-shirt that says, "I'm not having a bad hair life. I'm just reminding you to look toward heaven."
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