I love my mom dying my hair. Of, course when it’s not that complicated, just changing my hair color. She combs my hair, dyes it, then washes and dries it, with no action what so ever from my part. And I suddenly go back to being a little girl! I do miss the ducklings in the bathtub though… |
I used to love laying my head in my Mom's lap as she ran her fingers through my hair. This post reminded me of that. Thanks for the fond memeory.