Daddy's Hair

At dinner one of the girls brought up the topic of boys with long hair. Each of them had a tale to share of such a creature. I looked at Roy and smiled then told the girls that their dad too had long hair once upon a time.

A chorus of "ew" and "gross" followed his description of how it feathered back. Suddenly a vision of shrek's prince charming proudly flipping his hair filled my mind.

Still smiling I told the girls that when Dad flew to Denver to ask me to marry him he cut it. I remembered the first sight of him coming off the plane. He looked ten years younger.

The first token of his love that would preceed many. :)