I've always treasured Missy's hair. The color. The length. The curls. She's got this amazing color that is the same as her dad's. I remember still that is what I found so unique and interesting about him. His hair.
Well, after an entire summer of swimming at the YMCA's pool filled with chlorine it was time for a cut. She's been begging me to cut it off because each day it was hurting more and more to comb through. So I finally gave in.
She calls it "the big girl" cut.
Last night we went into the shop looking like this at christmas of 06..........
To this! It's amazing how different she looks! My little girl is growing older by the minute.