This past Sunday, my husband and I crossed another hurdle. My hair follicles were so very painful that I asked him to shave my head.
He set up the bistro table and my daughter's clippers on the patio. I set Meghan Trainor's song, Close Your Eyes to repeat. The yard looked so beautiful with trees and flowers in full bloom.
Then, ever so gently, my courageous husband picked up the largest from the carefully lined up blades and set to his task with loving, gentle hands. Every once in a while, he'd switch to a shorter blade until, finally, the deed was done.
There were few words spoken, none were needed. I listened hard to the lyrics:
So I want you to close your eyes
Sing to the world tonight
And show them what's beautiful.
I don't care what they think
No, I’m not listening
Cause I know I'm beautiful
So close your eyes
Show the world the you inside
Raise your vice and close your eyes
Cause you're beautiful
My husband is the most courageous, gentle, tender, loving man I know.
For today, that's my truth.