Hair

Last night, Braxton came home and washed my hair in the kitchen sink.

I may or may not have cried.

I cried.

A lot.

He protected my eyes and all of the wires and monitor.

He made sure the water wasn't too hot.

He got the shampoo all mixed in there.

He made sure it was all rinsed out.

Made sure I was comfortable and in bed.

Then, he went back out with his friends.

I didn't realize he was with his friends.

He came home, from his friend's house in Ogden, just to wash my hair.

I turned on my meditation and went to dream land.

With clean hair. 

I'd tell you this is a rare occurrence.

I'd be lying, though.

It's daily.

And it's been daily for the 20 years that I've been a mom.

My boys are going to be the best spouses.

They are so compassionate and empathetic and unselfish and perfect.

In other news, I think I want to chop my hair off again.

Thoughts??

These boys, though!