Saturday G and I were walking through a park and an elderly lady told her that she had such beautiful hair. This is not the first time she has heard this. In fact it happens almost anytime we go out anywhere. She blushed, as always, and said a polite thank you. I like to think she has the perfect blend of her Dad's hair color and mine. Thankfully she got her Daddy's looks and smile.
Later, when we got in the car, she said to me, "Mom, do you think we should get a journal and I should write down every time someone tells me I have beautiful hair. You know, people say that to me all the time."