She loves my hair. Loves it. When it is down she grins and grabs at it all day. When it’s in a ponytail she giggles when it flops over as I lean over to change her diaper or reaches up to pat the top of my head when she’s on my lap. She even loves to watch me blow dry it. It’s one of my favorite things about her right now—this obsession. She’s my girl.
