I'm Not Sorry

Dear Freddie,

I'm sorry that your hair falls in your eyes.

I'm sorry that most people call you a girl when we're out and about.

I'm sorry that we're constantly getting suggestions to cut you're hair.

But I'm not sorry that I haven't cut it.

I'm not sorry that you were blessed with beautiful curls.

I'm not sorry that I get to keep you looking like a baby just a bit longer.

Love,
Mommy