The other night I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and as I looked down at Sarah who was laying on the floor, I couldn't help but notice her pretty hair.
I'm not sure if it's the color, the length, or what. But it's just sweet. It's even pretty when it's blowing in the wind as she plays...or swings.
I probably adore her hair because, for the longest time, she didn't have any. I still remember her being basically bald until she was almost two!
On the left, Sarah's 1st birthday. On the right, Sarah 2nd birthday photo shoot.
When I started putting her hair in pigtails sometime before she turned three (and FINALLY had enough to put into full pig tails) it took a while to get her to cooperate. Eventually, pigtails became her signature style!
So now I love to blow dry it, straighten it, pull it to the side or leave it down. It's just fun. And I'm trying to absorb this mommy/Sarah time as much as I can - the time when I get to help her fix her hair. Soon enough, she will want to do it on her own.
Until then, I'll just enjoy our morning hair ritual!
I love you, Sarah.
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