I am in mourning....

I know, I know, hair will grow back. 

Goodbye glorious, curly, golden locks...... 

I can't help but shed a tear in your behalf. 

Innocent, perfect hair fell to the floor in silence.

I will miss the fuzzy, wacky directions it presented itself right after a nap. 

I will miss the sun-bleached ends around his face. 

I will miss having something to run my hands through (although, the fuzzy wuzzy feeling is growing on me)

I will never forget how perfectly it layed when parted on the side. Classy.

I am aware it had to be down in preparation for a proper Lake Powell trip.

I know he is now my miniature Channing Tatum now.

I still think he's as adorable as ever.

But, you don't know what you have until it's gone. 

Boo hoo hoo......