After a long and awkward silence, I've accepted that no one wants to give me hair advice, so we'll move on to the next post!
I should be running right now, but I want to take a few minutes to share with you why I love my husband.
He is up to his neck, no, chin/bottom of ears (you know, like when you're in water struggling to keep your face above the surface, and you tilt your head back so just your face is out of the water) with studying for the bar, working part-time, and wanting to be a good father and husband. The girls absolutely adore him. Both often ask for daddy instead of me throughout the day, wondering if he'll come on our excursions, or just wanting to play with him. Mommy does a lot more cleaning than daddy. :) He is really stressed right now because of his bar preparations, but he never complains. We are going to the temple this weekend, which takes up quite a bit of time here, as the nearest temple is a two-hour drive. That's a lot of sacrificed studying time, but J is faithful and knows that we need heavenly help through this last big career-preparing step. And most importantly to me, he allows me work out time. I love my husband. He is sweet and affectionate and much more polite than I am.