It's been 1 week since I had a chunk of my head cut out. We are not even going to discuss the itching. The kind of itching you can't touch because it still hurts too much. It's so irritating, I could scream. M'kay?
But, last night, The Husband figured out a way to wash my hair. As well as work out all the clots of dried blood that have been hiding away. This may not seem monumental, but let me tell you my friends, it is. Huge. Amazing.
Hours before this, The Man had willingly gone with me for Homecoming dress shopping. Oh, the glory and goodness. After 19 years, he is still the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.
So, today is one of gratitude. Who knew that clean hair and itchy stitches could bring such joy? I hope you find some of your own today. And no, you can't borrow Todd. He's mine :)