The Best Eight Inches of My Life

Today I lost three pounds...in hair. That sounds so funny, doesn't it?

Yes, today was the day I've been waiting for for quite some time:

HAIR DONATION DAY.

Erin and I have been growing our hair since April of 2009, which happens to be the last time we donated it, and today was the day we each gave eight inches to be used to make a wig for a woman who has lost her hair due to breast cancer.

(You can learn more about how to do this here.)

Here we are before:

And here we are after:

And I have to say that a haircut has never felt so good.

I just love the idea that somewhere out there someone is suffering and going through something really bad, and I kinda sorta just helped make her day a little bit better....and she doesn't even know it yet.

The Libster was excited too, and she swears that she'll be the next one to donate.

As is the tradition, we celebrated via Mexican food.

Ok, so Erin and I celebrated via Mexican food.....

these two, however......

Well, they celebrated via dancing in the backseat.

Good-bye eight inches; hello turning thirty-one in nine days.

And see this smile?

It's there because for at least this one day, that mess of  thing I call hair isn't quite so terrible after all.