Your birthday was last week and this was the first year that I didn't do anything special to celebrate.
For your 1st birthday I got a press. For the 2nd I dyed you chestnut brown. For the 3rd we did a hair show, and on the 4th I celebrated your magnanimous blowout during a photo shoot.
My darling, I think of you as my first child ( minus the 4am feedings and smelly diapers). My baby has grown up quickly.
I try to celebrate you... daily actually, but love to do something extra special to commemorate the day I chose to free myself from chemicals and to appreciate my natural appearance. When the Most High made me, He decided that I should have thick (sometimes unruly) kinky, curly long hair.
Who am I to mess with His creation? Rather, I choose daily to embrace your curly ways. You're my precious crown, and the more I care for you, the more you blossom and are noticed by others.
My first post (ever) highlights how you were born and each year brings a new lesson. This year I think the greatest lesson I learned was being fearless. Fearless enough to share you in public and online with friends, family, and complete strangers.
Thank you for always having a story, conversation starter, or lesson stored in your spirally tendrils.
So for your 5th year of life, while I did not 'do' anything special, I promise to keep you classy, and not cut you once you reach my waist. No worries my sweetheart , I've patiently waited for you to reach such lengths and love you enough not to hinder you.
Grow freely my darling.
