See, I told you, my husband, Kirk, took a photograph of just my hair at Caprock State Park--that is, when I wasn't looking. If my hair falls out during the transplant, will his love fall out, too?
Naaa. I mean, you'll notice his hair sort of fell out a few years ago. Did I stop loving him, then? No way.
Jacob, my son, is in the foreground. Same color hair as mine. No lies here.
Told ya.
2 comments:
hi sherry :)
i'm so glad you have the website up - it's a great way for me to keep up with you and everything you're thinking.
we love you for who you are, hair or no hair, blonde or curly or fuzz! :)
keep your chin up and remember - you will always have more hair than kirk and steve :)
LOL!
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