My little girl has been a hair-twirler literally since the moment she was born. Even in her sonogram her hand was at her head. Now, every night after we read books and sing songs, she twirls my hair while she lays on my chest. Occasionally she will pause to plant a big, wet kiss on my face, but she keeps twirling my hair until I lay her in her crib.
… Nothing in this world prepares you for how deeply and how fully you can experience love when you become a parent. And then something as mundane as tangled, knotty hair makes you realize your heart is singing. You are fully alive.