Snipping Off the Years (5.8.24)

As I turned 70, I decided to let my hair grow long, the way I enjoyed it as a teenager and young woman.  I tried buns and pony tails and assembled a large collection of hair bows and clips.  Dave finally told me it wasn't flattering.  "What would you like?" I asked.  He texted me a photo of myself fifteen or twenty years ago, hosting a dinner for family in our backyard.  On May 8, 2024, I showed my hairdresser this photo and told her to cut my long hair off and shape it like this.  I didn't look fifty when I got home, but I looked more like the woman my husband wanted me to be!  It felt good to me, too.