hair cut.

well. I decided I'm cutting my hair today for Libby because I love her and she cut her because she has cancer. You know I'm not really into looks but girls just get this strange attachment to their hair. I'm really attached to mine. Like a security blanket almost. And hair isn't really one of those things I'm very daring with-I've had like the exact same hair cut for I don't know..5 years? my whole life? And all these girls have done it for her already which makes it even harder because I have this dumb thing about wanting to be really cool and blaze my own path and now I feel like I'm just copying everyone else but this is really the nicest thing I could do for her. Libby is so worth it. Its just hair after all. But I'm little bit terrified. I don't want short hair. The more I think about it, the more I think this is the worst idea ever. But libs did it first. Thats why I'm blogging it because then I cant change my mind.

Libby, I dont know if you ever read my blog but if you are reading this (and I'm probably going to text you today and tell you to), I love you. I want to share this journey with you, this sickness, this hair loss. I want to suffer with you; you've suffered with me and been joyful with me for three whole years. Thanks for letting me sit on your couch and cry. Thanks for inviting me to campaigners that one time at chick fil a after the soccer game with Becca and Mackenzie. Thanks for countless cups of coffee and for loving me with Jesus's love because it changed my life. Thanks for loving Ryder well because Jesus loves Grassfield and Chesapeake through Ryder. Thanks for fighting cancer really hard and loving Jesus really hard. Thanks for those really doughy pancakes you made me and Allison.Thanks for reminding me that Jesus is enough.  But really, thanks for living Jesus is enough. He really is.

You have loved me so well.