When I was a little girl I remember begging my mom for the latest trends for hair. She let me highlight, perm (why?), and even cut really short. Well, why was it so hard to let my daughter cut her hair. I knew it would make her look older and I also knew that it was her wanting to express herself. I knew I needed to let her do it, but that didn't make it any easier. It's a day I won't ever forget:) It was Mom's day at school so we got to snuggle and sing songs together, all the while glowing because she was proud to have me with her (best feeling in the world!)

Then it was off to the hair salon to gussy up! She had trouble sleeping the night before. She had an excited giggle going all morning and she could hardly stand another second until she got to get her hair chopped off. There is something about the picture below that says it all for me. There is something in her eyes that is telling me that it's time to start letting her grow up and that it is going to be o.k. but not easy. I am totally tearing up even as I write this!

And the first cut! I think it was about 6 or 7 inches!


Once she saw the first cut, there was a perma grin on her face that could light up any room. She was so excited and proud:) This takes me right back to the moment I got my ears pierced. I wonder when and if we get this same feeling as adults?


Still giggling...thinking about showing Daddy and the boys at home. She said that Tré was going to love it, but that he was going to be shocked.

Are you dying! So old, I know.


The best moment was when she got home and she couldn't stop staring at herself in the mirror and she says to me, "Mom, I just feel so cute!" I probably got a little too deep when I replied with, "remember that feeling Lou, remember that it is all about how you feel on the inside and that you are so beautiful because you are you." I also thought it was a bit dramatic with the tears but I couldn't help it. She just giggled and bounced across the room swishing her hair back and forth. Oh, what a day!