I heard those three beautiful words tonight. They were followed by Now you're YOU again!
Can I just tell you that I absolutely ADORE the woman who does my hair?
This was the last time I actually felt like someone worth looking in the mirror at. It's been 7 months. Seven.Months.
This is what I've become. Not a good thing. (Also? Did anyone tell you that you'd be hitting the jackpot of embarrassing Sports Mama pics? No? Well then.. BONUS! for you. No one hold it against me, ok?)
For Christmas, my MIL gave me exactly what I asked for. I know, right? How many women can make that claim? Anyway, I asked for a gift certificate to my hair lady. Who is everything that is awesome in hair, let me tell you. Because not only did she create a fantabulous personalized gift certificate for me, my all-that-is-awesome-in-hair hair lady fit me in at the last minute (well, last 24 hours at least) and give me an evening appointment (when she works out of her home, so the evening hours are hers to spend with her kids); she made me look like this.
(Please feel free to kindly disregard the fact that I'm sitting here in my jammies taking pictures of myself. Also? I have no idea why the room looks so ..... yellow. It's not.)
My kids like my hair. Coach told me I was HAWT.
I'm me again. And I feel like me again, which is even better.