I was making a sandwich ... trying to hold back the tears ... T was napping ... and the phone rang.
Ryan answered, chuckled and greeted the caller ... it was my sister Gisela.
She was asking for the Barber.
I took the phone from Ryan, said a pathetic "hey ..."
Gisela said, "What were you thinking?!"
Then the tears came.
I cut Thomas' hair this afternoon ... it was bright and beautifully sunny outside ... Ryan and I had been commenting on how his hair was in his eyes, how long it was ... I had been thinking he should probably have a trim before the baptism on Sunday ... and let's face it, there is no better time then the present, right?
We laid out a towel in the grass, gathered our supplies - all of our little brushes and combs, a teething biscuit for distraction, an envelope for collecting those precious little bits of hair that he was born with. That's the hardest part, I think ... I helped make the hair that I just cut off of his head. <sigh>
A few minutes in our photographer (Ryan ...) said, "Woah, you're really going short." I didn't have the view or the objectivity, I guess, to realize how short it was! Hahah Well once you start, you can't really go back!
Half way through, T became restless, tired, grumpy ... so the last half was a bit rushed, and eventually all efforts were abandoned ... so he's left looking a little lopsided ... and so grown up! So the debate begins - fix it up at home or take him with me to the salon tomorrow night? I think we'll go to the salon ... This barber is officially retired.