As you may know, I used to have really long hair, then I had really short hair, and now I'm in that awkward season of trying to grow it out a bit.
It's a horrible season.
Combined with tons of I'm-too-young-to-have-gray-hair feelings [no hair dye until after the baby], and maternity clothes that I'd just rather not wear, I was feeling low yesterday.
Then my hubby said those magic words,
"I need a haircut. You want to get haircuts together?!"
We do a lot together, but a couples haircut was a first for us.
I just got a little trim. Enough to look a bit better, a bit more like myself [or how I like to look anyway]. Just enough to feel ok with this time of a changing body and expanding belly and really, really gray hair.
As we walked out, Kyle told me,
"you're always beautiful, but you're even more beautiful when you feel beautiful."
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