I left home this morning a blonde. I returned home this evening a redhead. A pretty big change in my appearance and whenever that happens I end up feeling a bit more vulnerable than usual. Like many other families that I know, despite how much we love each other, my family members often speak before they think and wind up putting their foot in their mouths – leaving me feeling less than confident in any change I may have made. And I fully expected things to be no different this time. In fact, I did not even tell them what I was doing, opting instead to surprise them (maybe more like shock them speechless – if they can’t speak, they can’t say the wrong thing right?). But, detectives that they are, they found out anyways.
A few minutes after sitting in the chair at the salon, I looked at my phone and noticed that I had missed several calls from my husband and had a new text message. Knowing that this usually spells trouble, I hesitantly read his text. Oh my God! No trouble, just a joking comment that let me know that he had figured out where I was, no big deal. So I relaxed a bit more and a little while later, voila!, I was done (Beautifully done, thank you, John!). Driving home, I kept checking myself out in the mirror, wondering what my husband would think and say. Like most men, he tries hard but doesn’t always succeed in hiding his feelings if he is not thrilled about something and I definitely did not want to deal with that reaction. So I walked in the door, looked at him, and….
…his eyes teared up as he told me that I looked great and gave me a big hug (I knew there was a reason that I loved him!).
Then my four year old daughter gasped and said, “Mom your hair! Somethings wrong with it!”
Aawww, the joys of everyday life.
