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!

Now that we have a closer church building to attend we try to walk to church as often as possible. And of course we have to do it in style!