A few days ago, Scott says, "I need a haircut before church". I said, "Okay, Let's do it."
I got out the hair clipper set, scissors & comb. We set the kids out on the grass with balls & toys. We set up the hair salon station on the deck. I got out the clippers & started the haircut. In my plans, I was just trimming his side burns first. But, I just kept going. My brain was somewhere else.
When I realized what I had done, I nearly had a heart attack. Can you see Gillian in the background? She is in total shock as well.
It was difficult for me to go on. But, I was at the point of no return. It had to be done.
Scott volunteered to finish it for me.
At that moment, I was reminded how exceedingly thankful I am to be married to a guy who is not vain. I can't even imagine how horrified I would be if my spouse gave me such a bad hair cut.
But, Scott just laughed.
I'm getting used to it. I am just concerned for his fresh white scalp being out in the high altitude sun all day. He never remembers to use that convenient spray on sunscreen that is sitting in his truck.