Know what's great about all the social media that's zipped into our lives the past few years? Well, actually, a lot of things. For one, everyone who cares about our Nick can find out how he's doing with the click of a mouse instead of trying fruitlessly to get one of us on the phone - which has saved some sanity all round. But all this reconnecting online has also made it possible, for an example (as Acacia says), for a teacher from my high school in Portugal (hi Stan) to hook me up with Katie, a student from his years teaching in Switzerland, whose young daughter Emma has alopecia and needs ponytails for Locks-of-Love to make her wigs. I have not so much hair, but Nick and Cayenne have loads of it. About a year ago I sent Emma both Nick's and Cayenne's ponytails. When Katie heard of Nick's accident she told Emma who cried, "I think I'm wearing his hair!" and immediately ran to see the photos of the ponytails included in her first wig. Yup. Nick's hair is on Emma's head. She was pretty excited that part of him was right there with her while she thought and prayed for him and his recovery. Facebook can be pretty cool sometimes, it's got to be said.
Anyway, when Cayenne's hair started getting fairly long and tangled and rushed mornings produced some tears, I asked her if she'd like to get a haircut, knowing she prefers it shorter, and she said she'd rather grow it for Emma. Well we measured the other day and - yay! - we've got another foot of hair. In a win-win for everyone, Cayenne's thick hair is off her neck for the summer, Emma gets another golden pony, and Shampoo Hair Salon found a special destination for the other ponytails they recently cut off (they already gave me a dozen a while back). So Emma, if you're reading this, you have 11 more ponytails coming your way.
What I want to know is where those daffodils came from, and where did the snow go? When did all this happen? I feel like we're emerging from a cocoon. Seeing Nick tending his garden in the warm sunshine and enjoying the daily ritual of searching for new baby shoots is a far cry from helplessly watching him hunched over, shivering, with his eyes clamped shut.
Vive le printemps!
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PS: Happy 75th Birthday Dad! And also to my niece Angela, who's spending her 18th birthday volunteering at an orphanage in Sierra Leone. Cheers to you both!
PPS: If you plan to cut off at least 10" of hair at any point, please consider sending it to Emma at:
Emma
C/O Edward Jones
5714 134th PL SE Ste. A-12
Everett, WA 98208
Thanks!
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Way to go Cayenne!
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