Hindsight

So, as you all know, I allowed my dear, sweet, Steady One to convince me to go from this:

to this:

How I have mourned the loss of those sweet curls. They were beautiful. He is my wild one and my husband felt he looked like a girl. I get my favorite catalog this week and I come across these:

I am now growing his hair back out. Sometimes hindsight is 20/20. In no way does that sweet child look like a girl and he looks every bit as wild as mine.