When I was a child, Sundays were for haircuts. After a day of church and spending time with my mom’s family, we would head over to my dad’s parents’ home or they would come to our house for a round of haircuts. Papa was a barber, and he passed the skills to his son. So on a Sunday night, I delight in seeing my boys have their hair cut by my dad, their Papa.
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Soo soo sweet. 🙂