I forgot to share with you another aspect of my missionary life.
I SO wish I had gotten a picture, but I didn't. Sorry.
No, I didn't go to a local sheep shearing.
Doug cut my hair in the backyard a couple of weeks ago.
I think the neighbors got quite a kick out of watching us.
It was going to be a one-inch trim, but by the time he got it all evened out, he had cut off three inches.
What a man! He was just thinking ahead to what would be best for me during this dry, hot season.
I have a wonderful husband!
Would you let your man cut your hair? Just curious.