A few days after my brother got home from his mission we went to my Mama’s hair stylist and got our hair cut. If you don’t remember, we decided to only trim our hair the two years he was gone so that we could cut it and donate it when he got back.
The poor kid had a hard time getting through my thick hair. We probably should have put it in two pony tales for him, but oh well. Lessons learned I guess. We waited to cut our hair until after we did family pictures because I didn’t want to hate it and not like any of the pictures.