I joked with Nicholas before he left this time that I was going to dye my hair pink this time while he was gone. I told him that for the first deployment I grew my hair out (and went curly)
The night before N came home from Iraq, I went to Nashville with friends until after midnight and he landed at 7am, probably not my best idea. Had a good time though! It took Erin over an hour to straighten my hair to look like this.
During the second deployment I went really short. Super easy to take care of and much cooler than that long mop of hair!
After I told him my plans of crazy colors he laughed and said “sure, why not complete the circle of insanity, I think you’ve earned it”. So in July went I went to get my hair done I asked my hair girl, “would I look ridiculous with pink highlights?” and she squealed and said said “LET’S DO IT!!!!” I trust her, she’s been doing my hair for a while, I know she won’t let me look ridiculous. So now I have pink hightlights.
I love it and Nicholas loves it. I’ve had 1 person ask my why and I said “why not??” But then I started thinking about it more and I came to the decision that life is way too short for regrets. I’ve wanted to do this for a while, if I didn’t do it now then would I ever do it? And while it isn’t that big of a deal do I want to look back years from now and say, dang I wish I would have gone ahead and went for it!
In the month of June the post that Nicholas is stationed out of here in the states lost over 20 soldiers. That is a painfully high number of men and the majority of them were 25 or younger. It felt like every time I turned on the local news last month I heard “---- lost another soldier today…..” It’s heart breaking. Life is too short. And that is why I’ve decided I don’t want to live with regrets even over something as small as 5 little pink highlights in my hair.
And that’s what’s going on with me when I’m not spending time snuggling with all the mutts. No pictures with Hailey, that child RUNS from the camera, I think the red light and flash freaks her out.








