...even the lifeless ones

I've been trimming it ever-so-slightly, for about three months, just to keep it from taking over his face. He has the sweetest little strawberry curls anyone has ever seen. I love his hair. I prayed for his hair, even before I had ever met my husband, graduated high school, all the way since Kindergarten. 

"Please give me kids with  red curly hair," I prayed. Granted this might've come from my strange obsession with Anne of Green Gables but more than likely it was fate. 

I saw him, the first week of school. He was riding the same bus about 3 seats back on the left. Wearing a hat, he was already told was not okay. "He's a rebel," I thought. 

I kinda liked rebels.

I digress. I could see it gleaming out from underneath his forbidden ball cap. Red curls. Wiry and long. He had been told to get his hair cut. He thought he had, it still wasn't short enough but no matter, like I said, It was the first week of school.

Weeks went on and I kept seeing him, stalking him. Finally, my "friend" nonchalantly, asked him to sit beside us at lunch. And the rest is history.

He was mine and all I ever could ask more for would be children that looked just like him. I got it. He does. His red curls and all. The only thing I can say is that I'm so glad I bore him, or people might not believe that he was mine. Or so they say...

Well, he got all of those curls cut off yesterday. We hated to see them go, but knew at the same time that we had to do something about the monstrosity. As I knelt down onto the cold floor of the salon and picked up his lifeless curls I thought, "It's only the beginning." I wrapped it in foil and tucked it away in the diaper bag.

There are going to be many things I'd rather not do. I'd rather not see him do. I rather not think about. But there will be many, many more that I can't wait to see, hear, feel. Like the first time he says, "I love you, momma" or the first valentine he makes for me with his own hands.

I have two of the sweetest men in the whole world here, in my house. And am so grateful for them both, for their beautiful strands of strawberry, even the lifeless ones.

He really did well, as long as he was eating...

I love this one...I can almost here a funny frenchman's laugh here *augh haugh haugh haugh

 

"Aww! How sweet am I?"

Much Love, 

Tori

"the nefarious napkin thief" and other such stories

So I'm here and not dead. I know, I know. Everyone thought I had completely disappeared. Honestly, I just haven't had the time or subject to write on. I've been telling myself that unless I had an image to go with my post that I shouldn't write. But that's just plain dumb. 

Of course you know I'll pop one in here somewhere, right? 

Today is the Valentine Banquet at our church. It's always so much fun decorating and getting skits ready. But the food and controlling the throngs of teens that show up to help? Not so much. You know when you're telling a teenager to guard the napkins on the tables from the imaginary "Nefarious Napkin Thief" that you're making up jobs just to get them out of your hair. I have to admit, it sounds completely ridiculous, but it really has been done.

I plan on including images from tonight's banquet but here's a lovely one from 2009

Stay Fun! 

Tori