My daughter has the kindest heart. And I can brag on her, because I'm her mother.
For quite some time now she has been begging to cut her hair and donate it to Locks of Love.
Ever since she heard there was a program where you could give your hair to a child who doesn't have any because of cancer, she knew it was something she wanted to do.
We almost did it this past September, but she was in a wedding and I wanted her to have the long, flowing curls...
so she just got a trim...
with the agreement that when it was long enough again she could do what she's been longing to do.
A few weeks ago she realized it was long enough.
More than long enough, actually.
So, this last Saturday we went.
She was SO excited and could NOT stop smiling the enTIRE time.
(I don't know where she could possibly get that from.)
My adorable little girl.
Very loooooooooong hair.
Mom. Seriously. Would you STOP taking pictures?
(I had the stylist's permission, fyi.)
Making the cut. Eeeeek!
The immediate after.
See? Could NOT stop smiling. SO cute.
The happy donor and the victim donation.
You know, I want my daughter to be free to try new looks, new styles. So many of us get stuck in ruts and feel like we can never try anything that seemingly falls outside of our "box." (The "box" we've created for ourselves.)
I'm so glad Brit is adventurous!
She's been skipping around ever since Saturday, swinging her head from side to side and giggling.
And, evidently change comes in waves, since we just found out last week that she'll also be getting braces in April. Good times, good times.