It has been a week since I got my hair cut, and tonight I shed tears over it for the first time. I realized it's too short for me, I hate that I can't pull it back, and worst of all.... I feel like Hayley Mills from the old Parent Trap movie.
I haven't cried over my hair since I was 13, so I feel a little silly. Thankfully, the hubs is trying to be supportive and telling me it will grow back out. I can see in his eyes that he doesn't love it either, but thankfully he's being sweet and supportive.
I know in time it will grow out, but for now I might shed a few tears over its current state. Hopefully, one day I'll look back on this post and laugh, but for now...
"Let's get together. Yeah, yeah, yeah!"