The hair is gone. Well, at least most of it anyway. On Sunday afternoon, after church, I went out on the back porch with mirror and clippers in hand and had at the head. It really wasn’t that big of a change seeing that I’d already begun the shortening process. I will say, it is easy to upkeep. When washing my hair, I must remind myself that I don’t have much of it to wash. It would be interesting,however, to see how long a bottle of shampoo might last.
Anyway . . . Friday continues to approach rather quickly. Today I spent the morning with my two-year-old and we played golf together for the last time for a long time. It was priceless. I believe the hardest thing about the morning is that he doesn’t realize what’s about to happen. He will want me to be there, but I won’t be able to. I continue to pray that the God that knows all will somehow help my little man understand a little.
