Impulsive

I was all set to blip a nice photo of her climbing a wall at a park we discovered while out for our morning run. Where she played happily as I ran sets. And talk about our nice time together and the less nice time of going out to work for the afternoon.

Then tonight she declared that she has been thinking and she wanted me to cut her hair. She said it again later on. I said “we can do it tomorrow if you want?”... then it ended up being tonight. She showered in two minutes flat and came to me with the scissors. She used to be so proud of her beautiful long curls. But recently long hair has been a cause if so much daily stress. Besides, she looks so darned cute. Yet so grown up all in one. She’s so incredibly happy.