Hair or the lack there of

This entry was originally published at GentleWhisper.com - By Amy Maxwell

Joel wore an Army uniform when I met him in 1993.  I’ve always supported his military career.  Even when it meant going to annual training when I was very pregnant with my second child or leaving us all of these months while he’s at officer training.  I’ll support him if he has to go to Iraq in a few months.

But this time he’s taken it too far.

My husband came home with a very blogworthy ‘military’ haircut today.  I have lots of funny comments and even a photo I could post…  But I’ve decided not to.  I must honor my slightly bald husband.  I’m hoping the hair will grow back before I see him again, and I wouldn’t want there to be any permanent record of it that friends and family can google later.

That is unless he does it again.  If he cuts his hair like this next time, I’ll be forced to post photos.