There are a few people in your life who, when you find them, you should hold on to for dear life. A best friend. A spouse. A lightning fast gynecologist and a fabulous hairdresser.
I have the latter to thank for this.
Betty and I go back 20 years. Truly. There are only two people in this city that are allowed to touch my hair. She was the first. We may have our differences from time to time, but I somehow always come back to her.
I was sitting in her chair talking about the preparations for OldestDaughter’s wedding and she said to me, “You know, dahling (she’s French, of course), you should have The Swimmy put on your dress and take a picture. Then take one every year just like that. It will be fahbulous. And you will never regret capturing that.”
She’s good with more than hair, no?
So, without further adieu – and no Photoshopping technique because I don’t know what I’m doing yet – I present to you.
The Swimmy. Age Five.
Her dad is devastated right now. DEVASTATED.