Dani loves hair. More specifically, Dani loves MY hair. Though she found it interesting early, she has now started to find comfort in it. When I pick her up, the first thing she does is put her arms around me and grab my hair on each side with both hands. She never pulls, she just gently submerges her hands into it and sweetly plays with it. Sometimes it has a calming effect on her and she'll just get very quiet and rest her head on me while continuing to play with my hair. For a girl who is going full tilt 24 hours a day, it is a welcome quiet time where she is sweet and cuddly. Though I usually wear my hair up in a pony tail on the weekends, I have found myself leaving it down so I don't disappoint her. Or me.
I have always been told that I have great hair. Every hairstylist I've ever had has complimented me on its thickness and I really didn't think much about it other than when I was on minute 15 of blowdrying a still wet head. The compliments were always nice but pale in comparison to the most important opinion from the little girl whose chubby hands find their way into my hair when she wraps me up in a hug and lays her head on my shoulder.
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