Chuck’s New Do
This week-end’s big news is Chuck’s haircut. Up until now the big news has been his lack thereof. It’s been well over a year since his last haircut. He was going to get a trim for Emily’s wedding, but that detail was lost in the chaos. His hair was (is) beautiful - abundant, curly, healthy. Blessed with luck in this area of the genetic crapshoot, he also left his hair alone. That means very little combing and certainly none of the coloring, straightening, flattening and other types of abuse that his sisters heap upon their tresses. Chuck said he was growing it for charity - and we began to kid him about “Dreadlocks of Love.” But seriously, folks, his hair was longer than 10 inches when pulled straight, making it eligible for donation to Locks of Love. Emily was visiting yesterday and Chuck consented to allowing her to do the snipping. Multiple bunches were harvested, which are now collected into one long ponytail which I have to put in the mail tomorrow. (Would it be strange if I snipped one little curl to keep for myself? His hair didn’t curl like that when he was little. I think I have a tiny bit tucked away - awaiting placement in his yet to be created baby book - a small sample that Rick brought home from the barbershop to which he took Chuch for his first haircut. I think it was also the same place where Rick had his first haircut. By the time Eddie was shorn of his golden curls the barbershop was closed.) Chuck looks good with the short hair. It may take some getting used to. He walked out of the east door at church this morning and was blinded by the light.