I know I need to just get over this.
I know it's just hair.
But I spent all day yesterday and most of the day before in a complete depressive funk.
I can't let go. I can't believe what I did. When Little Missy was this age, I cut hers off after a vacation because it was just too hard to comb. She agreed to it at the time, but has never forgiven me for it. It's going to take just ages for the Little Man's hair to grow back. My heart aches every time I see him.
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I think he looks great. You can see his cute face and his eyes. When I think of him I think of his great little spirit and his personality, not his hair.
Just breathe...
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