Goose and Grace

So Handsome came home this evening with a haircut. I swear the voices in my head started singing the doxology. It would suit me if he would get his hair cut every two weeks, but he doesn't see the need for it. Well, it had been way past two weeks since his last haircut, and I was contemplating making bows to match his clothes.

So back to the haircut. I think really short is cute. This one is a little shorter than normal, but it looks nice. Bless his heart, he's starting to be a little self-conscious of his receding hairline. He cannot comprehend that he married a woman who thinks bald is cute; someone who has mourned Goose and Dr. Greene equally and often. Handsome is not even bald, just receding. He's cute to me no matter what.

It all reminds of me Christ's love for me, and how I find it hard to accept sometimes. He loves me no matter what, yet I still feel unworthy. I suppose if I am worthy to die for, I am worthy to love. It's still hard to imagine. I'm going to work on that.