Friday, April 8, 2011

Bad Hair Life

I have hair problems.  Because of this malady, I constantly covet others’ beautiful locks—especially my daughters.  Both of my girls have long, thick, curly hair.  And guess what?  This didn’t come from me (I always thought I was supposed to have hair like that, but that God kind of dropped a few stiches when he was knitting me together in my mother’s womb).  Their gorgeous hair comes from Brent.

Now, it would be wrong to say that I married Brent for his hair, but when I met him--his thick, wavy curls reaching to the collar of his shirt—I was in love…with his hair.  Later, I fell in love with him—his whole self. And I’m glad I did…and not just because our kids have really nice hair, but because he’s a really great guy—everyone says so.

Now, several years and 4 curly headed children later, his hair is a little thinner, but I still appreciate his contribution to the gene pool—even if he is kind of gene hog—in a good way.  I meant that in a good way.

I may never ride a horse with my long curly hair blowing in the wind  ( at least in this world), but someday my wonderfully-stitched, bountiful-headed children might…and I will be watching and smiling—my hair living vicariously through theirs. 

Won’t that be grand!

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

Matthew 10:30

1 comment:

  1. Tori, I giggled through your entire post. My mind even started to visualize you in a commercial...riding a horse "with your long curly hair blowing in the wind"...with a tub of margarine in hand. (Don't ask me why margarine--it just appeared with your long locks.) LOL