A few days ago, I suggested that it might be nice to have a fresh haircut for the new school year. Bethelle reminded me that she was never going to cut her hair again. So I reminded her how cute it was when it was a bit shorter and wouldn't it be nice to have a change. "OK," she said. Really? It was that easy? I held back my shock and escorted her to my bathroom/salon.
This blog is full of "before" shots, like here. So, without further ado, the "after":
School starts in just a couple days. She only went to kindergarten for the first four months, and she was home by eleven every day even then. I am now going through the whole grieving process all over again. Now she will be gone for seven hours every day. What will I ever do without her?
Rigby assures me regularly that he will take care of things when Bethelle is at school. And I must say, I am looking forward to his opportunity to be the leader around here. I can imagine him blossoming. In a manly way, of course. Do men "blossom"?
Anyway, I will do my best to get by. I'm going to get out of bed every morning; breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out. And then, after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it perfect for a while.
We'll miss you, Bethelle. I know you'll do great!
1 comment:
Gorgeous, and VERY grown-up!
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