As I have said before, when God knit me together in my mother’s womb some 45 years ago, I think He dropped a few stitches and forgot to give me the long, flowing hair that I so desire. I guess He decided that the fine, thin locks he gave me was good enough because He was going to bless me with gorgeous-haired daughters in the future. And bless me He did. Both of my teenage daughters have thick curly hair that I can only dream about. And because they know I can only dream about it, they decided to let me wear their hair for a birthday photo session. See what you think of my beatific tresses:
And, as an added bonus, because it is my birthday, I will show some pictures of Cole with lots of hair. I think he looks like Tess; what do you think?