I love Andrea’s hair. Over the past few months she’d say, “I wonder what I’d look like if I cut my hair?” and I’d say “NOOOOO!”
It was a love we have in common, at least, because she tells me to never cut my hair so I can be a pretty granny with long, gray hair. Nice.
Photo booth pictures of Andrea and friend and Andrea’s hair:
Ryan and Andrea’s hair:
Off to get a trim:
But wait! Dude talked us into getting some length off! LOVE it! (It’s still long).
Oh it doesn’t stop there. Me before:
Still technically long but it feels damn good to have that old, old hair chopped off and thrown in the trash.
(But I am glad our hair grows like weeds. Don’t think I’ll be cutting it soon).
This weekend was mother/daughter weekend at A’s college. Friday night was music and dessert…
and gabbing with all the other mothers and daughters. Saturday was a fancy brunch. They took our picture which I cannot wait to get because after some snapshots like this:
…Andrea stood up and declared that she didn’t like this stuffy, old-fashioned posing and hugged me tight instead. We saw that picture on the monitor and it’s fantastic.
At one point in the banquet, they played a video of some of the girls saying stuff to their mothers. It was hard to take pictures of the screen because I was trying not to cry, but right when Andrea said on camera, “and mommy I know you’re probably starting to cry about now…” is exactly the point I was losing it.
She knows me well.