Chris got up incredibly early with the boys Saturday morning to beat the rush to his barber's shop. And when I say "his" barber, I really mean "his." Chris has known this barber since he was a boy. He even calls him to let him know he is coming in with the boys and always gets an inevitable invitation to arrive before opening so they do not have to wait.
But this meant that before I had even crawled out of bed at the ripe hour of 7:45 am, the garage door was closing as Chris backed out of the driveway.
I went downstairs to a quiet house and a pot of coffee just waiting for me to drink it.
Blissful.
The boys returned a few hours later, all fresh faced and hair-cutted up. The hair cuts somehow made Aidan look older (like a young man!) and Griffin younger (my sweet baby boy.) And Brennan, well, Brennan went from California surfer boy to a prep school young 'un. As I am partial to Brennan's long locks, I expressed some slight displeasure over the short do.
Chris laughed it off and told me he liked it. Brennan agreed and said, "The first thing I noticed is that I can see Mommy!"
Hmm, well, I guess his bangs had gotten a little long.
But they will grow again. Oh, they will grow.
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