Nov 10
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Hair I Go Again
A recent conversation I had with my 4 y/o niece:
Her: Bryanchachen, can I ask you a secret?
Me: Sure, what is it?
Her: Who balded you?
Me: My wife.
Her: Ohhh, can she do it again? 
**(I didn’t want to expose my niece to all the details, so to make things easy, I told her my wife cut all my hair off, or in other words…”balded me.” Guess she really likes the new look.)
This is probably the fourth or fifth time that I’ve referenced my hair in a post, but funny enough, it seems like hair is a good marker as to where I am in my journey. I haven’t had the need to use shampoo for several months now, so the fact that I was able to use it yesterday is a pretty good indicator that I’m headed down a path where I know everything will be ok. My head went from being completely shiny to peach fuzz to stubble to actual strands of hair, that now, thanks to my wife’s shampoo, holds the smell of coconuts and orchids. As I was using the shampoo, I smiled, thanked God and just reflected upon Him and the miracle of restoration.
