Monday when I was driving back from my dr. appointment, I saw Ash driving (and his helper in the passenger seat) the big Erik's Bike Shop truck. I waved, but knew he didn't see me. So I called to let him know that I had seen him!
Yesterday I had my hair chopped off. This is the first time Scott's seen it this short because I had started growing it out when I first met him. So, it's short like back in my college days. That was over 10 years ago already. It doesn't seem that long ago.
When I got home, Owen really took a long look at me. So I got down to his level and he ran his hands through my hair as if to say, "Where did all your hair go, mama?" But he was just fine after he did that. I was a little worried about what his reaction would be.
It reminded me of when we were little and Dad was going to shave off his beard, mom would make sure we were all there to witness it so we knew it was still Dad after he shaved. I loved it when Dad would put shaving cream on my face and I got to shave too, with a blank blade of course.
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