Haircuts are not always happy occasions here. In fact, I don't think it ever has been for Zachary. This again was true last week when I cut his hair. He clung as tight as a baby koala and protested the entire time. Interestingly, near the end, he fell asleep while holding on to me. Pretty sure he has forgiven me since that moment.
As I think about it, this was not an event of major importance. I suppose the reason it feels singular is that his two older sisters have only had a very rare trim. So cutting a child's hair in a strange way is a marker of the passage of time. They are all growing up a little at a time. Sometimes I wish I could stop the clock and just enjoy the moment as I know it will never be repeated in the exact same way. I guess recording small moments like this are the only way we have of doing just that.
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