Last week I was over at my sisters house and we were having a casual conversation when I started crying. Out of the blue. We were sitting at the table with Paul, so I didn’t want to draw too much attention to it (although, if you are ever crying he gives you lots of hugs and tells you you’re wonderful). I briefly told her why and then knowing I was trying to cover up my random and somewhat out of nowhere tears she told me I was having a good hair day. I could tell she meant it and wasn’t just saying it to get me to stop. In that moment it was exactly what I needed to snap out of what was going on. Sometimes all I want is that all consuming mom hug (you know the one), and sometimes it’s nice to just be told you’re having a good hair day.
She’s kind of the best.
P.S. I put two pictures because well, I can. AND because the top one cracks me up. She looks stinkin adorable and I’m all leaning over the bench, shoving her head over I’m so excited to be in a picture with muh seeester.