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
