March 22

                Sunday mornings are my favorite because I have plenty of time to get ready. This morning seemed especially important, because I knew it was the last chance I was going to have to really do my hair before the haircut. I've had short hair in the past, and I wasn't too concerned about that. But it had taken me more than a year to grow it out since then. It was finally out of the unfortunate middle stages and could practically be considered long. Hair is a superficial thing, but it still seemed like a large loss. Losing my hair would make me look different. I couldn't pretend nothing was wrong anymore. 

                 While I was spending a nearly sinful amount of time on my hair, my sweet husband was in the kitchen, doing the dishes I had neglected the day before. I truly am so fortunate to have such a wonderful man in my life. He loves me, and is so good to care for me, even in little things like doing my dishes. I don’t know what I would do without him. I just don’t seem to have the words to describe how much I love him.