The Hair

Today was the day I cut my hair, well the hairdresser cut it. I really like it, but Michael isn't a fan. Neither is Kara. Michael wouldn't have said anything, except my mom came right out and asked him. Kara on the other hand wasn't so sweet. She keeps telling me over and over that I don't look like me and she wishes I had longer hair still. (Which really sounds like she just doesn't like change.)

This sort of goes along with my last post: Fortunately those two people who are the most special in the world to me (next to my Savior) could care less what I look like - when it comes right down to it, they love me for me and are happy when I'm happy. Ah, unconditional love is an amazing thing.