Yesterday was crazy hair day at school.
Just in case you hadn’t marked your calendar yet…..crazy hair day falls somewhere between crazy-sock day and crazy-dress-up-like-your-favorite-book-character day.
And let me tell you…..
….it can get a little crazy.
I spent all morning trying to create a hairdo for one of the twins that was a cross between a waterfall and a faux hawk…..with a mouth full of bobby pins…..
….wishing I had gone to beauty school.
Twenty minutes….a can of hairspray….a double twist on the hair ribbon and two extra helpings of patience later….
…..I watched at that faux-hawk-waterfall twirl its way to the bus stop along with her sister.
And then the house was quiet.
And in all that quiet….I poured myself a cup of coffee….cleaned up the bobby pins…..
……and started planning a little spring decorating in the kitchen.
I searched the blog for spring and decorating and table and kitchen….and as I read….
….I discovered this story from long ago lost in the pages of the blog.
I had forgotten all about it.
And I laughed out loud when I read it….and I hope you will too.
So with a few minor edits…..here’s the “Honey” story for an encore performance.
The other day as I was working on some projects around the house…..one of my tiny blue-eyed blonde-haired twins turned to me and pronounced in a voice as clear as a bell…..“Mom….when I get older I’m going to live in a mansion.”
I smiled to myself . “ Wow….a mansion…..that’s fancy.”
“Yep,” she continued. “And it’s going to have pink daisies……
……and a make-up room.”
“A make-up room? “ I laughed. “You’re going to have that much make-up?”
Undeterred she added, “And I’m going to wear high heels and call my husband, “Honey.”
I paused for a moment to give these future plans and dreams my complete and undivided attention. “What? You are going to call your husband…Honey?”
“That is so sweet.”
She promptly rolled her eyes at me and made a face.
“Well….I don’t think I’m going to call him that all the time.….just sometimes…..like you and dad. ”
Then with a big grin…..she laughed.
“I like when you call dad…..”Honey”
I smiled and turned back to the unfinished projects…..and started counting my blessings.
1. The winter snow had almost melted.
2. The sunshine was warm and I saw a few blades of grass and spring was just around the corner.
3. My daughter was going to have colored flowers and a make-up room in her future.
4. And she knew how much her parents loved each other.
All was right with the world.
And then…..through my dreamy haze of blessings…..I heard her sister chime in.
You call him, “Honey” all the time.
You always say….”Honey….can you hang this for me?”
And ”Honey….can you build this?
And “Honey….can you help me….I need to put this on the blog?”
You know those crazy hair wearers…..
……they’re a really tough crowd.