It is done.

I'm pretty sure that Ben hates it. Or...he might not hate it-hate it, but he certainly prefers it long. That's just so weird to me. This is the cut that I always picture myself with when I think about me doing stuff. This is the cut that I always look forward to after I spend years growing it out for locks of love. I'm pretty sure this is the cut that "fits" me the best. It's strange, when you think about it. This is my favorite haircut, and it's the one that I generally have for the shortest amount of time. I might keep it up for a couple of months, but then I'm back to growing it out, again. Isn't it weird when you meet someone with a certain hairstyle, and then in an instant, it's all changed. Do you see them differently? Because maybe, that's who they've been all along.

I met Ben about a year after I started growing my hair out this past time. I couldn't fit it into a pony tail when we first started dating. It grew pretty quickly, but I went through a mini, mid-grow-out freak out and chopped a bunch off a couple of years ago. It wasn't enough for a donation, but it also wasn't enough to give me short hair, either. This is the first time he's experienced the hair that I've always had under neath all that length. I think it'll grow on him. Either that, or I'll grow it out. A year from now, I'll have the hair I had when he fell in love with me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not in mourning the whole time I grow my hair out. I've really enjoyed most of my "grow out" cuts. My last hair professional in Omaha did a fantastic job growing out my hair twice while always making me look "hip" and "pretty." Hopefully, this guy can do the same. I guess we'll find out, starting in 8 weeks.