All smiles for my very first haircut. Not so much today. I felt all along that my hair would start to fall out on Good Friday, and I was right. I guess that God knows that I appreciate symbolism. It did feel like a death of sorts. But “the resurrection means everything sad is going to eventually come untrue and it will somehow be greater for once being broken and lost.” (h/t Tim Keller) So perhaps a better head of hair is coming. If not in this life, for sure in the next.

Incidentally, the hands in the photo are the ones that cut my hair today - and the only ones that have ever cut my hair in my 42 years! (Yes, even when I lived in Alaska and Alabama, I would wait and get my hair cut on visits home.) I’m thankful that I was able to shed my tears freely today and when I apologized for crying, she told me to shut up (IYKYK). Find your people. It helps.