It’s blonde… it’s soft… it’s curly. Oh, I love it. How I love it.

The others laughed when you came back after having it done. Don’t listen to them, baby. You don’t look silly. You look gorgeous.

No, hang on, you look cute. You know all them baby photos of you? Well, you kinda look like that.

No, I don’t mean in a bad way. In a good way. So cute, huggable… kissable. Treasurable.

With that mischievous grin.

And soft, light locks that I just want to run my fingers through, over and over. I would never tire of it.