Donating My Hair

For much of my adult life, I have wanted to donate my hair and every time I've tried to grow it out with the intent of donating it, I get frustrated and chop it off. Well, a few years ago I was determined to not let that happen again.
When Sean and I got married I had a short bob that I loved. Shortly after our wedding I decided to start growing it out and was determined that I would not cut it until there was enough to donate.

Flash forward to about a week ago...I was again to the point where I was so frustrated with my hair and wanting to cut it all off. I was having to wear it up in a bun all the time because Inara would pull at it. But even up in a bun she would still pull at the hair at the nape of my neck. It hurt so bad and I was just tired of always having to wear it back and never being able to style it.
I got a hold of my amazing hair stylist, Vanessa, and begged her for help. Thankfully she was able to get me in quickly and after much discussion, I came to a decision.
I had her put my hair in a pony tail and cut the bulk of it off, in order to save it to be donated. Then she transformed my hair into a fun a-line bob, similar to the one I had 4 years ago. I absolutely love it!
Although, I couldn't help fearing that I didn't have enough length to donate to Locks of Love...I knew that I had to have at least 10 inches, and that there could be no bleach/highlights in the hair. Well...I barley had 10 inches and there was still some bleach from highlights I had been growing out. So that same evening I researched a bit online and found an organization that changed all of that for me.
It is a non profit called Children With Hair Loss (CWHL) which makes wigs for children with all different kids of illness (even burn victims) who have suffered hair loss. They only require 8 inches and the hair can be highlighted and/or dyed, just as long as it's in good condition.
I. Was. Ecstatic. My hair would be accepted "as is" by this wonderful organization that makes wigs for KIDS!! It couldn't have gotten any better than that. I am so happy with the results of my cut and even happier that my hair will be blessing the lives of children who need it more than I do!

The Perfect Coat

Today my husband bought me a coat. When he came home from work he said he had a surprise for me (I LOVE surprises) and handed me a brand new, water proof, fleece lined, black (with purple accents and a hood) winter coat. I was so excited.
Seriously.
I had been wanting a new coat for so long and I was thrilled to finally have one that was EXACTLY what I wanted. I put it on right away and was immediately thrilled with how it looked and felt; I didn't want to take it off!
Now, you may be thinking, "A coat? You got that excited over a coat?" Well yes, yes I did. But it wasn't just that I got a new coat, although I do get excited about new things, little or big.
What I got excited over was this: my husband bought me a coat.
He listened to me. He remembered what I said. He thought about me. He payed attention to my needs. He met my needs. He honored my desires. He blessed me.

Sometimes I think how it would be nice if Sean would bring flowers, or chocolates or a card home every once in a while. But you know what? That's not his style. He chooses to do more. He chooses to buy me something that will have importance, meaning, and value to me. I am so thankful for that. I am SO thankful for him.