Mom got a much needed haircut today. I think it made her feel better about herself too. Teddy had a haircut last week, so they are both looking pretty sharp.
Mom’s always been proud of the fact that she looks young for her age. Today when I showed her the pictures I took of her haircut, I noticed her shoulders slump a little, and she said, “I look so old.” I told her that she didn’t look a day over eighty. (She’s really ninety.) When I said that, she perked up and laughed, and it seemed to make her happy.
That’s something I’m noticing about her these days: more than ever before, the smallest things can make her happy. A frosty from Wendy’s or a ride in the car in the sunshine can make her day.