The other day I noticed that it had been a couple of (ahem) days since I had styled, even brushed, my little girl's hair. This photo doesn't even begin to show the half of it. It was crazy. It made me think of all the pictures I have of myself as a little girl with my wacky hair. In the summer my mom would fix my hair and then not touch it again for 3 days. This was because I simply wouldn't let her. It hurt and she was good and let it go.
Oh the joys of growing up a country bumpkin!
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I also love how Aspen's dress is inside out and backwards :) Ah, kids.
I literally laughed out loud when I saw that picture of you with the hair. Priceless.
Mom did the same thing with me. Remember why I always had it short? I hated my hair brushed. Ask Aspen if I can trade her hair? Its so pretty!
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