Tuesday, May 4, 2010

#96 Brushed Hair

 (a picture from 2 years ago)

Whenever my daughter comes home I hesitantly ask if she would brush my hair.  I know that she would rather not, but she knows how much I enjoy it and she is kind enough to indulge me in a little pleasure of mine.  When the children were little I would ask each one if they would brush my hair till I had a willing person.  Sometimes I had to do a little begging and pleading and sometimes that didn't work.  It's such a disappointment when they quit, but I am grateful anytime she is willing to brush my hair. Thank you Sundi.

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