I love morning hair. It could be related to me losing so much of mine, but that's a different story for a different day. All three kids came down the stairs this morning with serious bed head. Hair was going everywhere. They weren't quite ready for the cover of Parenting magazine, but they were so ready for my arms.
I got to hold each of them and snuggle. I got to stroke their hair and Mom eventually combed it. I loved every minute of it.
And this morning, there's another Father who embraces me with all my messiness. He'll embrace you too - yep, even with all your crazy hair or crazy life. And great news: He enjoys it too.
But that's just me thinking thoughts...