This post is not intended to scare. But to warm your heart.
At least it does mine.
The hurricane I'm referring to is 'hurricane Annaleigh'. The one that sits atop her head.
See for yourself:
I realized that pictures were a must, because, God willing, she will never have hair this short in her life. Once those lovely locks grow out, this rare beauty of a hurricane will never been seen again. It will soon die down to a tropical storm. To stormy clouds. To a light breeze. And eventually leading to no one ever remembering it's existence.
I hope to always realize that this sweet swirl lives down deep on my sweet baby's head. And to recall how much I just loved it. How I loved looking at it. Staring at it. And how I will still comb it. Touch it. Kiss it. Smell it. And much much more.