My college son came home this weekend to visit. It was a nice visit. He brought his new girlfriend, who was very nice, pretty and well-mannered. I had to work and didn't get to spend enough time with them, but other than that it was a very nice visit.
While my son was home I asked him to get a hair cut.
I know, how lame, every mom wants their son to get a hair cut.
Leave them alone for gosh sake, let them be who they are.
Well, I thought maybe something needed to be done. Before he was sitting on his hair. Before movie producers were trying to hire him to be the next Cousin It.
No, I jest.
It's not that bad.
But seriously, it is L-O-N-G.
This is who he really looks like.
Conan the Barbarian.
Oops! Upon further study, I hate to say it but he's not quite so buff. (Are you seeing a pattern here on this blog? Is my subconcious trying to tell me something?)
Maybe he looks more like Daniel Day Lewis in Last of the Mohicans.
Or Maybe he just looks like my son.
The little boy who changed my life, made me a mom, taught me about responsibility and so much more.
Taught me that my heart could be so full of love that it consumed my whole life.
My first born.
Ain't he handsome?
Well, that long flowing hair is no more.
Remind you of anyone?